Shawn was a quiet boy who lived on the edge of a wide green valley. Every morning, he would wake before sunrise and walk toward the hills where his family kept their sheep. The valley was peaceful, filled with soft wind and the gentle sound of bells tied around the sheep's necks.
Unlike other boys his age, Shawn did not complain about his chores. He felt a strange connection with the animals. He believed they understood him, even when he spoke only in whispers. Among the flock was a small white sheep with bright eyes and a black patch near its ear. Shawn secretly named her Luna.
One afternoon, while the sky turned golden, Shawn noticed Luna wandering farther than usual. He followed her toward the forest at the end of the valley. The trees there were tall and silent, and the air felt different—cool and mysterious.
Suddenly, Luna stopped and stared into the woods. Shawn felt a chill run down his spine. For the first time, the peaceful valley did not feel so safe.
That was the moment Shawn realized that caring for sheep was more than just a simple task. It was a responsibility that would test his courage.
And deep inside the forest, something was watching.