POWER: A Tale of Greatness

CHAPTER 4

The following day, at the farm...

The sky is dotted with thick, white clouds, and the wind is less humid, perfect for outdoor activities. The farm has never been this bountiful, never since the last harvest season. Green-leafed plants within the fences turned golden, straightened up corn plants bowed down as their fruits gained mass, and the sweet scent of sweetly ripened fruits filled the air. Two rather muscular bodies passed over a small hill before the fields of golden corn, taking the pebbly path of ash and grey, carrying sickles and baskets, prepared to fulfill the task of the season – harvest.

"Okay, Thor, harvest the corn, just simply pull the fruit out of the stem and put them in your basket then I will harvest the wheat." Bulls spoke as they made a pause by the corn field.

"That sounds easy. Leave them to me." Thor leaped over the fence with his large basket.

"Okay." Bulls began his stroll towards the path, "After that, take 'em home, at the barn."

Thor nodded before he started his task.

"Corn flour is a needed necessity for the upcoming cold months, I could probably sell them at a higher price since the demand is high compared to its low supply." Bulls thoroughly thought. "Or corn kernels..."

Bulls cleared up his mind, "Nope! I'm just craving for bowl of popcorn."

...

Bulls continued to follow the path and from greenish-grown leaves of the cornfields, the blades of plants turned golden brown.

Drifting through his thoughts, Bulls blinded took the straight path without realizing that he had already passed by the wheat field.

"... he wanted you to be not like him, but to be someone much better. Dying in here means wasting your father's death, our parents' death."

Junnie's words kept circling his mind, words that hit him through the core, making him realize that staying in the village would bring nothing but suffering, chaos, and death.

They're after him, he knows that more than anyone...

He kicked a pebble, sending it rolling down the path.

"His legacy, huh. It's been a long time since Papa and Mama's death, but the pressure and the weight brought by it never disappeared, not even subsiding..." He breathed deeply and passed the basket on his other hand, "Gotta adapt, Bulls... you better do something or else–"

Bulls fell on his knee as a sudden jolt of pain struck his head, with a warm sensation crawling down his spine.

"What's... this?"

"Breathe... breathe..."

A minute later, the aches subsided, and his hand reached the pebbly ground to support his body.

"Okay, now I'm good again, must continue."

"But what was that? That's very concerning."

However, before he stood back up, Bulls witnessed an extraordinary phenomenon, the plant beneath his palm grew greener and quicker than the others. Astonished, he carefully removed his hand from the grass, the farther his hand went, the slower the plant grew, the opposite happens whenever he moves his hand closer.

"Whoa, this is amazing." He whispered. "Could this be... n - no way, that's impossible."

Amazed and afraid, he left the plant and continued to walk forward, only to pause and dumbfoundedly look around.

"Ahh..." Bulls smacked his forehead. "I passed by the wheat farm." A deep sigh left his lips. "That combine harvester better be fueled."

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