Rebel

Chapter 1

The air was stagnate with the cold of a lingering winter. Nearly two hundred years had passed since the chaotic war between the people and their king. Since then, things have returned to some form of normalcy, staying as close to the same all these years. Despite that, some people had fallen on natural hard times, having to find other means of supporting themselves and their families. As the years went on, life had become quite difficult on everyone. The price of food went up again only because crops from other farmers and other food sources were starting to wither without a reason. The life seeming to just be sucked right out of the plants and animals that were around Dawsbury. Jobs were running low, so a basic income was hard to come by even for the dank jobs no one dared to take.

One such person was twenty year old, Amaria Silverbird.

At twenty years old, the golden haired beauty had lost her family to sickness and her home when she had become unable to pay for it. She had been forced to sell all her belongings for whatever she could get and move out onto the streets. She would seek shelter wherever she could find it, but even now, there was rarely a place that wasn't already taken.

Covered in filth, other homeless and cruel people that wanted nothing to do with them, Amaria was finding just what it meant to fight for her survival. She had gone from being comfortable with everything that she needed to live healthily to having nothing but the very clothes on her back to keep her warm. It was a livelihood that she would never wish upon anyone else, one she had wished she could get out of quickly.

Amaria's luck began changing when an elderly couple had come into town looking for someone they could trust to look after and help on their little farm. Of course, they had to have been looking for a male and Amaria was nowhere near being a male. She was smaller, the clothes she wore did conceal any gender revealing aspects of her body. Her face was smudged with dirt and grim from living on the streets and her dirty golden blonde locks had been tucked up under a straw hat that she had found somewhere in the trash. She was almost certain that she could pass as a boy, well, a boy with a rather female-like voice. But she had to try something, anything to get herself off the streets and into something warmer.

So that's exactly what she did.

Straightening out her over sized white tunic and black trousers, Amaria stood from her crouched position and made her way over to the elderly couple. She was careful not to startle them, she in no way wanted to scare her possible employers into having a heart attack. She brought forth her best acting persona, hoping she could pull off acting like a guy so she could get the job. She was hardworking, skilled in sewing and she could learn the trades of how to grow crops and mend the house when needed.

After much convincing, Amaria had gotten the job, and for room and food, she helped with the farm and the housework that needed to be done. It gave the elderly couple a chance to rest, knowing full well that they had done their fair share of work within their lifetime and it was time they started to slow down where they could. It was why she was where she was as of right now.

Amaria sat on the edge of the horse trough that sat within her new master's yard, the water within it ice cold from the chilled air that surrounded her. She had her arms tightly wrapped around her small thin frame, trying to keep some form of warmth within her trembling body while staring out over the expanding fields. It was bad enough that she had no one to talk to, unless you counted the animals that roamed around the little farm that sat in the middle of pretty much nowhere. Everything was quiet as the sun rose over the horizon, it trying to shine through the chilly haze of the cloud coverage. A sigh left her lips as she thought about the daily chores that would await her once her master and his wife got up. The two always leaving after breakfast to go into town, leaving her with the task of cleaning up their mess before getting to her other chores.