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The
farmer dug his rake into the dark soil and sighed. From where he stood in his
fields, he had a clear view of the towering castle from across the wide river, and
it was burning. Smoke swelled into the darkening skies from the inside and he
thought he could hear some shouts of joy being carried on the wind. He sighed
again, his soul weighed down my remorse for the people inside, what must be
happening to them. He could still hear the sounds of anger and vengeance from
the tavern the night before. How it hurt his ears! The aching farmer turned
away, trying to make sense of it all, wanting to retreat inside his cottage and
climb into bed, unable to take in the deathly skies above…
When something caught his eye.
Inside
was the limp form of a young girl, a maid, judging by her uniform. The farmer looked
closer, seeing if the girl still had life clinging to her. He reached his
fingers to her arm and gently took her wrist in his. She stirred, sending the
farmer’s heart rate climbing. She was alive, thank (DEITY). The girl pulled her
arm underneath her and moaned. This was when the farmer noticed that she was
clutching onto something. He attempted to turn her over slightly to see what
she was holding when he stopped a quarter of the way. Clutched in her arms was
a young baby, sleeping in the girl’s protective arms. The farmer’s mind ran
wild. Where did this pair come from? The castle? Whose baby was this anyway?
Was it the girl’s or someone else’s? Why were they put inside this trunk? Why
was this trunk put into the river? What in (DEITY)'s name was going on?
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