Introduction
In the quiet hills of a small farming town, where the sun rises over golden fields and the air is thick with the scent of earth, Alexander had spent most of his life. He grew up on the farm his parents had worked tirelessly to cultivate, the vast land stretching out before him like a living, breathing testament to their legacy. But when Alexander turned 18, that legacy was no longer just something to be proud of-it became his burden to carry.
His parents' untimely death left him with an empty house and a sprawling farm he was unsure how to manage. For years, Alexander struggled to find his place, feeling the weight of their absence pressing on his shoulders. The farm, once full of life and laughter, now stood silent and still, as if mourning its lost caretakers.
It was then, in the midst of his solitude, that Violet entered his life.
Violet was a girl from the neighboring town, someone who had always admired the farm from afar. Her passion for nature and the simple, beautiful life of farming led her to visit more often, offering help with the harvest, tending to the animals, and bringing her light into the otherwise dull corners of the farm. What began as a simple friendship soon blossomed into something deeper-something neither of them had expected.
As the seasons passed, so did their bond, built on shared dreams, hard work, and a love for the land that sustained them. Together, they breathed new life into the farm, facing its challenges and triumphs side by side. With Violet's unwavering support, Alexander slowly began to realize that the farm was no longer just his parents' legacy-it was their future, together.
This is their story-a story of love, resilience, and the undeniable power of working the land.
The village loomed closer and closer, but instead of the usual deathly silence that hung thick in the air when Alexander and Rowan came through, the village was awash with jeering and shouting. Alexander halted and shifted uneasily in the saddle as thoughts of whether this was all meant for him or some other poor soul made his stomach churn painfully.
"Mi'lord, none of this is meant for you." Rowan murmured from Alex's left hand side.
"They are calling out 'Witch' Rowan, what if they mean to...." Alexander turned his head to Rowan and watched as his friends face paled.
"They wouldn't..... Surely to God, they wouldn't....." Rowan asked as a shudder ripped through him and his hands clenched the reigns in a death grip.
"I-" Alexander started to say but turned his head at the sound of a terrified female scream.
Rowan watched as Alexander kicked his horse into motion, not missing the animalistic growl he let out as the horse raced towards the village. Rowan shot off after Alexander, all the while sending silent prayers to God asking that he protect that girl and forgive his friend. Rowan was no more than six yards behind, but it was too far - he needed to stay close to his friend, he did not know how he would react if they were burning her for her 'crimes'.
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