you lived in a beautiful cottage in the- well- pretty much the middle of nowhere. Flowers beyond flowers surrounded you, beautiful ponds and cute little animals, as well as your cat bobo!

on a beautiful sunny evening, shopping for apples to make apple crisp, your favourite thing to do on a evening like this with your cat. You walk through the busy bustling village in your favourite flowy sundress, the people talking and selling various things, the faint metal clanging from the blacksmith—it wasn’t a peaceful visit that’s for sure.

You walked to the fruit market, across the road from blacksmiths shop, looking at the various apples, trying to pick the best ones. As you get enough in your woven basket, ready to get the gold coins out to pay, the metal on metal clanging suddenly stopped, and you turn around at the abrupt peace- besides the bustle of the village.

When you turn you noticed the blacksmith frozen-like, mid swing on the sword he was making and he looked star-struken. you were confused. Why was he looking at you like that?

you smile; shake it off, and leave the village, through the forest to your sweet cottage. soon after, you started noticing little gifts on your doorstep every morning. Whether it was baked goods, flowers, or treats for your cat..who was leaving this??