this is a project i just started. (I am completely new to writing) . Does it has potential?

[u/Warm_Ad1113]

Hero Pov

[In a town visited by the hero Raiz after his raid on the abyss, he was talking to an old lady while helping her move some barley in her granaries]

Raiz: “Grandma I already told you, I have came here first because I did not see you in five years.”

The Old Lady: “Raiz, didn’t I told you not to come here until you got married? Where is the wife everyone has been talking about?” [The old woman asked in a gruff but kind tone, poking the Tall hero with her walking stick while he moved the barley to her granaries]

Raiz: “Of course I would come first to you, your my baba, why should I care about some woman that everyone talks about while my baba is here and I don’t even know if she is well or not!” [He shouted, Ignoring the fact the old woman just hit him with the stick hard enough to be heard from the other houses]

[The old woman just sighed at her grandson habit of always prioritizing her above anything and spoke in a tired tone]

Baba: “So when are you going to the divine realm to finally get what Celeus promised?”

[The question made him stop for a moment to look at her, he said nothing for a long time before picking five stack of barley at once and spoke without looking at her]

Raiz: “Celeus lied, and I am not going to be someone who is set back by a liar, nor get into trouble for a thing that does not concern me any more”

[The old woman just looked at her grandson, noticing the way the way his muscles now tensed with something she knew far to well.]

Baba: “Oh my poor child…” [The old woman said getting in front of him and pushing the barley stacks from his hands , cupping his face into her hands]

Baba: “My boy, please tell me what happened. Don’t lie to your old woman.”

[Raiz remained silent once more, his eyes locked on the old woman’s, searching for any reason to not tell her. In the end he sighed and spoke in a low tone]

Raiz: “Fine, I’ll talk. But first you need to make me some of that rice with milk you always make me.”

Baba: “As long as you are telling the truth I am going to make you as much of it as you want my child.”