It was quite a sunny morning of the autumn season. John son of Harry had been as always awoken by the cuckooing of the Alvarian hens. He got up from his straw bed and ignoring the pain his back felt, made his way out of the house and to the well at the back.
After freshening up, he went back to the house for breakfast which was bread and eggs. As it was made by a 15 year old who only knew how to make burnt toast it was quite awful but it gave the nutrients so to John it was ok. After breakfast he went to the shrine and prayed to Alumd, Spirit of Harvest before going to work.
He took his hoe and went to the field and began work. As John was working he thought back to the past, how his parents would celebrate his birthday, how his mother would cook delicious bread and eggs that looked like it would give him a meeting with the Spirits.
While thinking the Great Sun slowly went up the sky and started going down and John was awoke from reminiscing by the pain in his arms as he realised that he had been farming for 9 hours now . He was not surprised, his body had registered farming as an instinct meaning that he could farm normally and also reminisce of the lost past.
As his duties were completed for the day he went back to his house and started to prepare dinner. While preparing he heard a sound of wood squeaking and he immediately grabbed his knife.
He slowly walked to the source of the sound and hid behind his bed. He could see the shadow so he stealthily walked and stabbed with his knife. Suddenly he felt pain in his back and realised he had missed. He stumbled and swung his knife but it was futile.
3 days would pass before someone investigated the house and discovered the bones of the youth in the pot broken down to fit.
A murder has occurred.