"I have a feeling that Logan is going to pull some shit once I get home." I talked to some friends as I was leaving our meeting. Due to my later birthday than Logan, my parents were sending me off to town to find myself someone who would have me their apprentice. Luckily, I was able to learn of a group that shared some of my ideals, and were of help in my quest.

After I left our meeting, I went though the avaliable craftsmen that had been open to teaching me their craft. Though the problem I still felt with this route had been that all would require me to stay with the ones who would teach me the ropes. "I might as well just tell father all of these, he must have knowledge on which of these men would be the best to work under." I mumbled and continued the way home.

I still pondered over the many options before deciding on three crafts that I would at least be most interested in: Printing, Smithing, and Baking. An odd bunch but the options were already limited heavily. This was simply a county of the Duke of Salons. Being detached from his domain meant that we had the joy of this small town of 500 being the closest thing we have to a city without leaving the country. 

I started grumbling about the far walk to home. As it was still around 45 minutes away from town.  Though the time was passing along relatively quickly and I saw myself around 5 minutes away with it being in sight. Being farmers, my parents decided to set up relatively far from town while still being a short distance. The hilly terrain also stopped around here to allow for the growing of grain that flowed around me as the wind blew.

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A problem had quickly arisen with this grain though, it was close to harvest and was relatively dry at the moment. That is all fine and dandy normally... but fire isn't necessarily normal in the fields.

"RUN! FIRE!" I saw Logan rushing out from the field along with sharp, growing flames roughly 200 meters into the field. This had been enough to cause me to quickly run after him to gain safety in our home. "I don't regret the punishment of digging those fire breaks near the house anymore." I thought aloud as me and Logan reached our wooden house. 

"Where are mom and dad?" I asked Logan, out of breath. The fields would be a death sentence by now... please. I thought as I saw a mixture of sadness and anger in his face. 

"I... I lit the field on fire..." he finally spoke. "They were teaching me how to care for the chickens and I... started a small fire. I was trying to make a small fire for cooking in the firepit near the coop so we could cook up a few eggs because it was near lunch. But I didn't see that there was a dry patch of grass near the pit and a spark..." he stopped talking and I stood there frozen in disbelief. How do you fuck up this badly! I left the house and watched from the porch as the fire spread through the field, as if our firebreaks didn't even stop it from reaching everywhere. Though the ones near the house worked but I only thought one thing once the fire burned out roughly 20 minutes later.

Logan just did this to get all of the will... that fucking bastard!

(Hello! This is a little note at the end. I was going to make this longer and have more accurate descriptions but this was done on mobile and for some reason royalroad will reload after I leave the tab. :( I will add more to make this chapter probably around 1,500 words. I'd follow to wait and see what I have in store. Criticism is always welcome!)