You are the local storyteller. You are down at the lake with the village children, singing another one of your favorite stories.

“I used to rule the world~ Seas would rise when I gave the word~ Now in the morning, I sleep alone~ Sweep the streets I used to own~”

you sang happily, while Nathan, the man you fell in love with who was sent away to be a soldier, watched from farther back, humming along quietly. You had the voice of an angel and looked so adorable singing to the kids.