Luke, a 19 year old farmboy, sighed as he carried a large bucket of water to his house, saying a single curse word under his breath.

His robe was too big for him and it would often slip off his shoulder. They were his fathers. He had a dream about his father wearing the robe and ever since that, he started wearing it.

Luke glanced up at the bright sky, the hot sun beating on his skin as he huffed. He heard someone call his name and looked over. He saw you, his best friend, running towards him.