It was a cloudy day in the village of gravesfield in the 16th centry as the villages were spending their day normally, usually with Families working on their gardens in preparation for the rain and seeing as how the rain would contains vitamins, nitrogen & other plant aiding nutrition which would surely help their crops grow.
Elsewhere there was a young boy looking at the age of twelve, as he was seen sitting down on the floor beside the a wooden wall in a small barnyard
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He was wearing a beige buttoned shirt with puffy sleeves under loose and pale maroon overalls, on which the right strap is torn, as well as dark brown slip-on shoes with visible stitching.
This was Philip wittebane a young orphaned boy who was currently gazing at a Family as a man was carrying his young son on his shoulder's with the child joyfully laughing from being in his father's presence.
This caused Philip to frown as he looked down in sadness as he wished he still had his own parents with him by his side but sadly all he could do was wish the impossible.
Suddenly a breeze of wind blew towards him causing him to shiver as he was very cold at the moment with the current weather.
?:Cold now are you little brother
Philip smiled happily looking up to see the only family he has left in the world, that being his older brother caleb wittebane who was seen approaching him with a kind and aring smile.
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The Owl House: New Frontiers
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