Welcome Darien

Meanwhile...

You are Darien. At this point in the story you were only 16 years old and not in the best in shape, on the chubby side actually. Standing just shy of 5 foot 11 inches, dark brown hair cut short, blue eyes. Your hands, quite callused up due to all the hard work around the field. Your parents were proud Errian followers that basically did nothing but grow herbs which you had to trade over half your stock to the kingdom of Errian or else you would suffer a "penalty", otherwise known as protection tax, which they would just take what they need. Now, you never really did much for Errian at all, but you still felt you were one of them. You live your own life, did whatever you wanted, yet whenever the army came by, you would have to give up so much of your well being just to supply them. How come, just because you decided to grow food in a pasture they could take over half your stock just because we're both Errian?

"Fucking soldiers..." Claire states "Work all year long, only to have these shits take more than half our grain!"

Claire was a hard worker. She was your older 18 year old sister. She was always there for you, tiling the ground, picking herbs, weeding the shrubs. Claire really was special. She was 5 foot 6 inches, bleach blonde hair that she usually tied back in a pony tail or a bun. Her piercing blue eyes could cause anyone to stop in their tracks. She was tone and muscular from all the hard work she did. So much muscle in her legs, arms and stomach would honestly turn anybody on. The two bests part of her though? Besides her perfect handful 34B breasts of course. Her luscious full lips and her piercing blue eyes which she would always use a darkener to highlight her eyes. She was such a hard worker, but should would always pamper herself, making sure she stood out from any other farmer's girl. She's my sister but many of the other females in our small little village weren't very attractive so you definitely had your fair share of not so family like memories during through out your teenage nights.

"Calm down Claire" You state "At least Errian protects us!"

Claire can't help but roll her eyes. You look over at her, watching the sweat drip down the side of her neck, slowly rolling down to her collarbone before dripping to the ground.

"Plus..." you hesitate "We still survive well enough!"

"I work all year long..." Claire starts "and these damn Errian soldiers just take all my hard work!" she grumbles to herself. Claire drops to her knees, digging into the soil with a shovel, carefully removing the root of the herb. "There we go..." she whispers to herself.

Still holding the herb, she slowly moves toward her home. "It's all on you, Darien" she remarks as she continues to carry the herb back to her home.

The day goes by and you never see Claire again.