Chapter 1: The Journey Begins
I never planned to travel that night. The sky was heavy with clouds, and the air smelled of rain, but something inside me kept whispering, go.
I packed my small bag, locked the door behind me, and set out on the narrow road that curved beyond my village. People always said nothing good waited at the end of that road, but I was tired of listening to their fears.
With every step, I felt the weight of curiosity pressing me forward.
Chapter 2: The Encounters
The first person I met was an old man, seated by a broken wooden fence. His clothes were ragged, but his eyes shone with wisdom.
“Where are you going, child?” he asked.
“To the end of the road,” I replied.
He chuckled. “Many start that journey, few return.”
I walked on, pretending not to care, but his words echoed in my mind like a warning.
Further ahead, I met a young boy selling roasted corn. He smiled at me and offered a cob. “Take this,” he said, “you’ll need strength.”
I paid him, but when I turned to thank him again, he had vanished into the mist.
The first person I met was an old man, seated by a broken wooden fence. His clothes were ragged, but his eyes shone with wisdom.
“Where are you going, child?” he asked.
“To the end of the road,” I replied.
He chuckled. “Many start that journey, few return.”
I walked on, pretending not to care, but his words echoed in my mind like a warning.
Further ahead, I met a young boy selling roasted corn. He smiled at me and offered a cob. “Take this,” he said, “you’ll need strength.”
I paid him, but when I turned to thank him again, he had vanished into the mist.
Chapter 3: The Trials
The road grew darker. Trees leaned in from both sides, their branches clawing at the night sky. My legs ached, but I pressed on.
At a bend, I stumbled upon a fork: one path was smooth and wide, the other narrow and filled with stones. Instinct told me the narrow road held the answers.
Halfway through, I fell and scraped my knees. Pain burned, but I kept crawling forward. Somewhere deep inside, I knew I was being tested.
Chapter 4: The Revelation
Finally, after hours of walking, I reached the end. But there was no golden city, no hidden treasure only a mirror standing tall under the moonlight.
I stepped closer, heart racing. The reflection staring back wasn’t just mine. It showed all the choices I had made, the regrets I carried, and the strength I never knew I had.
At the end of the road, I didn’t find wealth or magic.
I found myself.
Epilogue
Sometimes, life’s journeys don’t lead us to new places but back to our own souls. The end of the road isn’t a destination; it’s a revelation