Many centuries ago, in the kingdom of Chuvaria lived a young poor maiden named 'Rose Van Sparrow'.
Rose and her family were the dwellers of a small village in the kingdom and struggled to survive through the obstacles of life. A hopeless romantic, b...
I fixed my pale pink skirt in a way so that I would be able to ride Chestnut, the horse, without showing off my white stocking to the village. Prim was already settled on her own blond beauty, Misa. She wore her favorite dark blue hat and white blouse.
I was waiting for Lily to hurry up so that we can both ride Chestnut. Why was she late? She claimed that she wouldn't be ready until she kissed all of her children.
When I say children, I mean her pigs that she adopted as her own. The pigs don't belong to us, they belong to Mr. Gales and it was our duty to watch over them because he didn't have space on his massive farm.
He has my father working like a dog for him and has turned my sisters and I into pig sitters.
How lovely.
"Lily! Hurry up, will you?" Prim called out, her horse turning around in a circle. I watched as Lily left the barn and began bounding towards us. Her blond hair shined like the straws of hay and her blue eyes sparkled with the excitement of the day. I couldn't help but smile at her delighted face.
She lifted up her skirt and climbed on to the back of the brown stallion. I took my position behind her, making a tik sound with my mouth to let Chestnut know that she could get up now. I wrapped my arms around her bony waist. I frowned a bit at the idea of her being hungry.
I'll admit there were some nights we would have to go without dinner, but Prim and I always made sure that Lily at least had something. The idea of her going to sleep hungry made my eyes water.
Hopefully, one day it won't have to be like this anymore.
"Let's go, Misa," Prim announced, shaking me out of my thoughts. She rubbed Misa's neck, making her neigh before sprinting down the green hills. Chestnut followed after them, her hooves hitting the ground with force.
We raced down the grasslands, the wind hitting our faces and creating a halo with our hair. We passed down the huge valleys and the huge evergreen trees. From my peripheral vision, I could see the black mountains and the heavy gray clouds that surrounded it. This was The Mountains of Wozoid. On the other side of this was Ceasian, the kingdom of Barbarism.
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The Mountains of Wozoid was the most dangerous place after Ceasian. It was filled with vicious raiders who looted travelers, killing the men and keeping the women. I shuddered at the thought of ever having to enter it.
The smell of nature wafted my nose, and I couldn't help but sigh happily at the freedom. This was when I felt truly free with no responsibilities. For a minute, I felt no strings attached to my soul and my duties are long forgotten. Only for a minute. Everything came barreling back after that. The fact that I'm a farmer's daughter under so much debt that will probably last me a lifetime.
