"Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you."
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________________________________________________________________________ Wales, December 1416 A.D. Monmouthshire, Llancafan's church
>>For the hundredth time, no, do not water the plants<<
Jungkook mumbles, sighing at the farmer in front of him.
>>For the hundredth time, why?!<<
The young male points a finger towards the ground.
>>First of, they do not need more water, the fact that we are out of the famine does not mean we have to drench the food, it is gonna rot<<
>>How are you so pretentious on knowing how to do my job, Prophet??<<
Jungkook sighs loudly, rolling his eyes.
>>Because I have been taught by the damn best teacher I could ever have. Now, secondly-
The male in front of him scoffs, but the Prophet goes on unbothered, this time pointing to the sky.
>>It is gonna rain soon, I am telling you<<
The old man in front of him scoffs loudly, turning his head towards one coworker, and pointing his own thumb towards the Prophet.
>>Heard him? He says it's going to rain, with all this sun and a short recovery from famine! He can't even bring more than two drops of rain, and now he thinks to have the rights to tell us what to do!!<<
The two burst laughing loudly, the missing teeth in their crooked smiles only making Jungkook's stomach lurch.
>>Alright. Do not come complaining later when all your winter lettuce will not be edible, you old ogre..<<
He mutters lowly, crossing his arms above his chest. He takes a breath, boredly eyeing his own nails, expression as unbothered as ever as he starts counting in his own head.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
>>Thinks he knows shit. Go back to the monastery sissy boy, we need no friars here, fuck off!<<
