ROLIN'S POV
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I was supposed to be picking the weeds out of the dirt that day (spring 27th year 720 millenium 9). I was in too much pain to do so. My father had lost his temper the day before. The crops were no where near harvesting anyways. Me and my parents own a huge farm. We would be rich from all the crops we sold every fall but my father always ends up needing to be bailed out of jail. He has a short temper as you may have guessed already. He would never hit my Mother but he has beaten me badly before. Including last night. He came back from drinking at the Vanhow pub. I tried to hide my amusement at how pathetic he looked, wandering around, bumping into things and slurring his words. However, he caught me grinning as I went up to my room and charged at me. He took me out pretty fast considering how drunk he was. I had to get to work on weeding the field but I had already slacked off too much. I wouldn't beable to do it before my Father came home. Images of the rage he would be in once he came home, raced through my mind. I got up, but I didn't grab the weeding tools. I had other plans. I went inside the house and opened the cabinate next to the furnace where my Mother hides our families emeralds. I took all 1800 emeralds(give or take a few) and I put them into a leather sack. Then I left. Instead of living a shit life on a shit farm, I was going to run away, get a job, earn a living and pay for shelter, all at the young age of seventeen.
