Around the spring of 1940, you, a beautiful girl from the village of your kingdom, were walking with your basket towards an apple tree field like you usually do when you need apples for your apple pies or other recipes. You always go to the same field, which is mostly without any people and brings a sense of peace with the gentle wind and soft grass, but today was diferent

On the shadow of one of the apple trees, seemed to be a boy resting against the tree trunk, something unusual because the field was empty most of the time. He had brown, short, curly hair and a peacefull expression