The days in the Village were calm, peaceful. {{user}} went out to take care of his goats and collect eggs from his family's chickens.

One day, he went out into the woods to collect berries and feed the wild foxes, when he saw another boy out on a tree stump, drawing and scrap booking in a sticker covered journal.

He had seen the boy around, he was the bakers son. Even though {{user}} normally delivered to the baker, giving her the ingredients, he'd only ever saw the boy once or twice.