[Flashback] Harvests Gone By

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[Flashback] Harvests Gone By

Postby Jovhel on October 6th, 2014, 4:55 am

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23rd Fall, 503 AV
15th Bell

Syna was slowly beginning to climb down the sky. Autumn breezes showed mercy to grateful workers, all who labored under the heat all day to aid in the Fall Harvest. People toiled with much effort in order to bring crop in in time to begin the winter planting.

These grown ups were silly. They were doing the farmers job. Why would they want to do the farmers job? They picked the crops so they could just plant them again? It makes no sense at all. Had anyone listened to Jovhel, he would make them skip all this 'harvesting' business and have them just go straight to making the food. Why would they need crops to grow food? Grown ups are so pointless. They could have been skipping around the wheat bushels like Jovhel and the other kids. Even Jovhel's dad wanted him to help. But the Benshira child wasn't about to hear any of it.

All the other kids got to play, even Mila Porter, from the tents of Nathan Porter, of the sons of The Fool's Errand got to play. Mila Porter, from the tents of Nathan Porter, of the sons of The Fool's Errand had a weird name. Everyone here had a weird name. None of these people were of the sons of any Benshira. None of these people had to sit in for Masha, but all of the other kids got to play in the fields. That's why he addressed his father in an utmost serious expression and tone, demanding that he be allowed to play like Mila Porter, from the tents of Nathan Porter, of the sons of The Fool's Errand and all the other kids did.

His father was quick to dismiss him and tell him something about people from different places having different surnames? It made no sense to Jovhel, but his dad told him to do anything as long as he wasn't pestering him. He was determined to do whatever he wanted, so here he was, playing knights and bandits around the wheat bushels. Running here, now over there, chasing him, running from her. Running. Running.

How dull.

This was boring and no matter what he said, the other kids kept running around like mindless dogs. He wasn't like them. So he tried to waddle on top of a bushel. It was itchy and he didn't like it, but real knights looked for adventure, not chasing bandits through wheat bushels.

Jovhel scanned the horizon while trying his best to stand upright on the collected wheat. It was all just workers and crops. Who wanted to play with boring crops? Not Jovhel. So he kept looking until his eyes wandered onto a figure walking on the road. It had frizzy orange hair. It must be a monster of some kind. Jovhel decided that it was a monster, and he was to slay it so that the knight's would recognize him and finally name him Grandmaster, like they were supposed to. He jumped down from the wheat, getting his hands and knees dirty as he picked himself up from the ground and crouched as he tried to stealthily sneak towards the beast
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Jovhel
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