The Sun shone down its hateful rays upon the sky of the sole farmer on this land. It was a lot of work, but Sarah could handle it. Farmhands would have made it easier, but life was never easy for her, ever since her parents died. Currently, she was picking the ripe berries off the bushes on her large farm. There were so many bushes to pick in her vineyard but it needed to be picked. She would go hungry if she allowed bugs and animals to take them. Not only that, she needed to pick the fruit off the trees, and several vegetables from the ground. However, she will do so without complaint, and without worry. However, she did fantasize about having a hot prince to pick her up like a princess. Shaking her head, she expelled such lustful thoughts. That life was not for Sarah. Perhaps she will die alone, with no children, and no one to hold her.
"Hey gods send me some hot accepted or a demigod will you." She joked playfully as she went to the next bush, and the next and the next." If you give me a hot guy and a magic sword, I might adventure or not. Not that you are listening. The fairy tales are not real." She said as she went to her storage area and set down the box of berries. She grabbed another one and resumed her task.
"Hey gods send me some hot accepted or a demigod will you." She joked playfully as she went to the next bush, and the next and the next." If you give me a hot guy and a magic sword, I might adventure or not. Not that you are listening. The fairy tales are not real." She said as she went to her storage area and set down the box of berries. She grabbed another one and resumed her task.
