As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the farmstead, Kymil sat on the wooden porch of their modest farmhouse, the weight of his decision heavy on his mind. The air was still, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. He knew he couldn’t put it off any longer; he had to tell his brothers about his decision to leave.

Leaning back against the weathered railing, Kymil gazed out at the fields stretched out before him, illuminated by the fading light of day. The familiar sight of the crops swaying in the breeze brought a pang of nostalgia, reminding him of the countless hours he had spent toiling under the sun's relentless gaze. But now, as he contemplated his future, the fields that had once felt like home seemed to stretch out before him like an endless expanse of uncertainty.

As memories of his parents flooded his mind, Kymil couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. They had been the heart and soul of the farm, their love and guidance shaping Kymil and his brothers into the men they had become. He remembered the joyous laughter that had echoed through the halls of their home, the warmth of their parents' embrace as they worked side by side in the fields. But those days felt like a lifetime ago now, a distant dream that had faded into the mists of time.

Closing his eyes, Kymil let himself be transported back to a simpler time, a time when his brothers were still young and full of hope. They had been inseparable then, their bond unbreakable as they explored the fields and forests that surrounded their home. But as they grew older, life had thrown them curveballs, testing their strength and resilience in ways they could never have imagined.

And now, as Kymil stood on the brink of a new chapter in his life, he couldn't help but wonder what his parents would think of his decision. Would they be proud of him for following his dreams, or would they be disappointed that he was leaving the farm behind? The uncertainty gnawed at him, but deep down, he knew that they would want nothing more than for him to find happiness and fulfillment, wherever that may lead him.

With a heavy heart, Kymil opened his eyes and turned his gaze back to the fields, the fading light casting long shadows across the landscape. The future may be uncertain, but one thing was clear: he had to follow his heart, no matter where it might lead him.

With a heavy sigh, Kymil turned his attention to the animals gathered around him, their keen eyes watching him with a mixture of curiosity and understanding. The chickens clucked softly from their coop, while the sheep grazed contentedly in the nearby pasture. Even Daisy, the old sheepdog, her gray muzzle resting on Kymil's knee, seemed to sense his unease, her steady gaze a silent comfort in the gathering darkness.

"I know you can't speak, but I need to tell someone," Kymil murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am thinking of leaving to go work another farm.” He put his hand on her head and started to scratch het ears. "It's an opportunity of a lifetime, but... it means leaving all of this behind."

The animal regarded him in silence, its presence a reassuring reminder of the bonds that tied him to the land. But as Kymil spoke, he couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that gnawed at him from within. The allure of adventure beckoned to him, promising excitement and discovery beyond the confines of the farm. Yet, beneath his excitement, a sense of guilt tugged at his heartstrings, reminding him of the family he would leave behind.

"I don't know what to do," Kymil admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Part of me longs for a new start, but another part of me... I don't want to disappoint Gael and Wirt. They've sacrificed so much to keep this farm running, and I feel like I'm abandoning them."

But even as he grappled with his conflicting emotions, Kymil knew that he couldn't ignore the call of the unknown. With a heavy heart, he rose from his seat on the porch, the weight of his decision settling like a stone in the pit of his stomach.

"I have to do this," Kymil whispered, his voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of leaves. "I have to follow my heart, even if it means leaving everything I've ever known behind." And with that, he turned his back on the farmstead, steeling himself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead.

Thoughts raced through his mind as he considered the best way to broach the subject. He knew Gael and Wirt would not take the news well. They had always been protective of him, especially since their parents passed away, and the idea of him leaving would likely stir up strong emotions.

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Taking a deep breath, Kymil stood up and paced back and forth on the porch, rehearsing what he would say. He needed to make them understand that this wasn’t about abandoning them or the farm; it was about pursuing an opportunity that could change his life.

Finally, with resolve in his heart, Kymil stepped back inside the house, where Gael and Wirt were seated at the kitchen table, discussing plans for the upcoming harvest.

“Can I talk to you both for a moment?” Kymil asked, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest.

Gael and Wirt looked up, their expressions curious as they sensed the seriousness in Kymil’s tone. They exchanged a quick glance before gesturing for Kymil to take a seat.

"What is it, Kymil?" Gael asked, his brow furrowed with suspicion.

"I've made a decision," Kymil replied, his words measured. "I've decided to accept a job offer in Ashborne."

As Kymil voiced his decision to leave, Gael and Wirt's reactions were immediate and intense. Gael's brows furrowed deeply, his eyes flashing with disbelief and frustration.

"You're leaving?" Gael exclaimed, his voice rising with incredulity. "After everything we've been through, you're just going to walk away?"

Kymil's heart sank at their reactions, but stood his ground, his determination burning bright. "I'm not abandoning anyone," he insisted. "I'm following my heart and pursuing my own path. And I hope you can understand and support me in that."

Gael shook his head in disbelief, his voice tinged with disappointment. "And what about the farm?" he demanded. "Who's going to take care of your part of the responsibilities if you're gone?"

Kymil felt a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving his brothers to shoulder the burden of the farm alone. "I'll do everything I can to help find a solution," he promised, his voice earnest. "But I need to do this for myself." Kymil gaze switched from Gael to Wirt.

Wirt’s expression mirrored Gael’s disbelief, his jaw clenched tightly as he struggled to find the right words. “I… I don’t know what to say, Kymil,” he finally admitted, his tone tinged with a mix of frustration and helplessness. “This is a lot to take in. We’ve always relied on each other, and now you’re talking about leaving it all behind.”

Kymil could see the conflict etched in Wirt’s features, the uncertainty warring with the underlying concern for his brother’s well-being. He knew that Wirt was grappling with his own sense of duty and loyalty to the family, torn between the desire to see Kymil pursue his dreams and the fear of losing him in the process.

“I understand that this isn’t easy for any of us,” Kymil replied, his voice soft but resolute. “But I need to do this, Wirt. I need to find my own path, to explore the world beyond the boundaries of our farm. Please, try to understand.”

Wirt's shoulders slumped in defeat, the tension draining from his body as he realized the futility of trying to convince Kymil to stay. "I just don't want you to regret this, Kymil," he confessed, his voice heavy with emotion.

Kymil met his brother's gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of his next words. "I promise, Wirt, that I will come home if anything happens" he vowed And then finally Wirt shook his head acknowledging and accepting Kymil’s choice.

Gael's brow furrowed in disbelief, his gaze flickering between Kymil and Wirt as if searching for some hidden truth in their expressions. "I can't believe you'd let him leave," he muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of accusation. "After everything we've been through, you're just going to let him walk away?"

Wirt's expression hardened at Gael's words, his jaw clenching with barely suppressed anger. "What choice do I have, Gael?" he snapped, his tone sharper than usual. "Things haven't exactly been smooth sailing around here lately, and you know it as well as I do. Maybe Kymil leaving is for the best."

Kymil felt a pang of guilt at the tension between his brothers, knowing that his decision to leave was only adding fuel to the fire. But he also knew that he couldn't continue to ignore the longing in his heart, the restless yearning for something more than the monotony of farm life.

"Gael, Wirt," he interjected, his voice quiet but firm. "I know this isn't easy for either of you, but I have to do this. I need to find my own path, to discover who I am beyond the confines of this farm. Please, try to understand."

Gael's expression softened slightly, the hard lines of his face softening with resignation. "I just don't want you to get hurt, Kymil," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "But I suppose if this is what you truly want, then we'll have to learn to accept it."

Wirt nodded in agreement, his lips trembling as they always did when Wirt tried to keep his emotions in check. "Just promise me one thing, Kymil," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "Promise me that you'll be careful out there, that you won't take any unnecessary risks."

Kymil met his brother's gaze with a solemn nod, the weight of their words settling heavily on his shoulders. "I promise," he vowed, though deep down, he knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and maybe dangers. But no matter what lay ahead, he was determined to face it head-on, armed with nothing but his own wits and experience.

As Kymil looked from Gael to WIrt he felt a surge of gratitude for their concern and acceptance, despite their reservations. "Thank you, Gael. Thank you, Wirt," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I promise to do everything in my power to stay safe and make you proud."

With a sense of resolve, Kymil stepped back outside, the cool evening breeze brushing against his skin, carrying away some of the weight that had burdened him moments before. As he stood on the porch, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, Kymil couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation wash over him.

The shadows lengthened around him, stretching across the yard like fingers reaching out to embrace him. Yet, in that moment, Kymil felt anything but trapped. Instead, he felt as though he stood at the threshold of a new chapter in his life, one filled with endless possibilities and untold adventures.

With each breath of fresh air, Kymil felt a renewed sense of purpose coursing through his veins. He knew that the road ahead would be challenging, filled with obstacles and uncertainties, but he also knew that he was ready to face whatever lay in store.

As he gazed out at the vast expanse of the farmstead, Kymil felt a swell of gratitude for the life he had known thus far and a newfound excitement for the journey that lay ahead. No matter where his path may lead him, he knew that he would always carry the love and support of his family in his heart.

With a determined smile, Kymil took his first step towards his future, eager to embrace whatever adventures awaited him beyond the familiar confines of his home.