No luck...

The fire rages, enveloping much of the storage. Tons of the random hay, tons of the random food, tons of the random herbs...all burnt in the fire.

"Claire...." Darien cries "I fucked up!" tears run down his cheeks

"Darien...." she hesitates "I told you to stop..." she lets out a deep breath "You're in deep shit now..."

Many hours pass by before enough of the village people are able to control the fire. Easily over three quarters of the land is burned alive, easily over three quarters the wheat is burned. Your poor village doesn't have enough if the Errain armies comes, you'll have to give all your reserves to them and you hope you live through out the winter. Maybe...if you're lucky the Errian army won't show up this year...

Hah! Yeah right...

"Darien!!!" your father shouts "I saw you playing with the fire!" he starts to unbuckle his belt.

"Dad...please!" you start "It wasn't me!"

Your body betrayed you. You were sweating bad. You were shivering in your boots. "I just....I just...I didn't...I..." you gulp loud

"Many of our lives..." your dad continues "Our only option is to send you to the Errian army..." your dad's head drops.

"Dad...please!" you plead "I want to farm...I want to grow herbs. I don't want to fight...I don't want to kill..."

"You should have thought about that before you started this fir..." your dad begins before being cut off.

"It was me..." Claire states "Not Darien..."