Third Person's POV
Even though the sun shines so brightly, it still casts a shadow. The beautiful capital of Zerramond also had a place where the cobbled streets faded to dusty paths, where the city met the woods and problematic roads neglected by the government. In those woods was a decrepit old brick house that had seen better times. It still had obvious signs of use.
In front of the house was the wide stump of a tree and on it was a round log of wood. The red head of the axe glinted in the sun, swinging down and dividing the log cleanly into two. Strong blistered hands held on to a brown towel, wiping sweat off a dark face. The rest of the body was as toned as the hands, a steady tall figure that cast a shadow over the stump.
“Father, I’m done!” a young masculine voice came from hi
