The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when Vera and Max set out on their quest to uncover the truth about their parents. The village was still shrouded in morning mist, the air crisp and filled with the earthy scent of dew-soaked grass. They walked side by side, each lost in thought about what they might discover.
“Do you think people will help us?” Max asked, breaking the silence as they approached the heart of the village.
Vera shrugged, her mind racing with uncertainty. “I hope so. But if they see us as bad omens, they might turn us away. We need to be careful.”
As they reached the village square, they noticed a group of villagers gathered around a large wooden table laden with scrolls and artifacts from the tribe’s history. Vera felt a rush of hope. This might be the place to
