Kapitel 199: Story 199: The Spirit of the Wild

As the sun began to set on the vast horizon, the sky turned into a canvas of warm oranges and purples. The world seemed to hold its breath in the moment before dusk, as if it knew something extraordinary was about to happen. In the distance, the faint sound of hooves echoed across the plains.

Lana, a young girl from a nearby village, stood at the edge of the meadow, her heart racing with anticipation. She had heard stories of the legendary herd of wild horses that roamed these lands, but no one had ever seen them—at least, no one who returned could say for sure. The horses were said to be the embodiment of freedom, untamable and pure, running in a formation that mirrored the very pulse of the earth.

Her father had always told her, "There are no horses like them in all the world. They run with the wind and disappear with the mist."