In a small village, located alongside a calm river, lies Riverfield. It's like any other village: children playing tag, a blacksmith's hammer heard ringing through the streets, farmers tending their fields, and people conversing with one another. The delicious smell of bread can be smelt from various houses, and smoke is seen coming out of the chimneys of a few small houses. One of these houses belongs to Jacob Foucad.
Jacob is bending over his son, stroking his cheek.
"My love, do you really have to go?" Jacob's wife, Athalia, asks.
"You know I do. I have unfinished business to attend to." Jacob replies.
His wife looks down in sadness, and Jacob pulls her in close for a hug.
"I will be back before you know it. I can't let our son be raised fatherless, can I?" he chuckles.
Jacob lets Athalia go, picks up his sword and sheath, and attaches it to the side of his belt. Jacob opens his mouth to speak again.
"I love you to the moon and back, my dearest. I will be back."
"And I love you, my stubborn husband."
Jacob kisses her firmly on the lips and plants another on his son's forehead before turning around and walking out of the door. Athalia looks down at her sleeping boy, tears welling in her eyes.
After exiting his home, Jacob walks down the street towards a small group of people on horses. Various villagers stop with their tasks to look at him as he walks by. Whispers can be heard, but Jacob ignores them and keeps walking, his boots kicking up the gravel from the road.
As Jacob nears the group of horsemen, one of them, who has a bushy black beard, nods his head to Jacob, which Jacob returns. A saddled horse is brought forward, and Jacob nimbly climbs on top. He takes one last look around his village before riding off with the horsemen into the surrounding forest until they can no longer be seen through the various trees.
Athalia looks out of the window in the direction she last saw her husband disappear. In her left hand she's holding tightly onto a necklace with a blue pendant, with her baby boy cradled in the other arm. Tears can be seen coming down her face. She hangs the necklace around her neck and turns away from the window to attend back to her daily chores.
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The Tale of a Mercenary
ActionThis story is about a young lad called Nele who wishes to go out on adventures just like his father once did. However, not everything will go as he hoped. The title and description is still subject to change, and a cover will come in the future. Pl...
