I was unhappy at the fact that I had no hair, anywhere, but it was nothing compared to how unhappy I felt when I got to my olive fields.

“We are sorry for your loss, Kami.” Alfar said on behalf of the group of people behind him. They had followed me all the way back to my farm and even though I didn’t want their company it was good to have someone to talk to at the time.

“You don’t understand, man. This fields were my life, I had found peace in them and I knew each tree by name.” I looked towards the tattered crew and pointed towards the now flat field of fallen trees. “I came here to relax, to calm my mind, do you understand how hard it is to be a famer? How you have to wake up every morning to fight plagues, weather and unruly weeds? I had no time to think and I loved it.”

For a while now I’d been happy, even after the arrival of the Gods, getting to know Shadow had been fun. Pigs weren’t the best of pets. And now all of my hard work and peace had been cut to the ground.

“Are you looking for revenge?” The woman who said I looked like shit asked me.

“I don’t know what I’m looking for…” I saw the sun setting towards the horizon and heard Drógar ask come close to me.

“So how about you join our party? We are in need of olives to complete our quest, and due to the lack of olives, we could at least use a farmer.” I gave him a small smile.

“And do what Drógar? Find Jesus?” the small good looking man gave me a slight shrug.

“It’s better than been naked on a dead field of olives.” I looked down towards my state of undress and sighed in resignation.

“What do you say farmer, will you join us?” Alfar asked my way.

I nodded towards the group and left to look around the field, it there was nothing left in it. As I made my way back to the group I felt a slimmer of hope in my heart. I picked up an olive, the only one left on the field as far as the eye could see.

Maybe there was still hope to have my farm once again.

Samuela whispered something in Drógar’s ear once I was within earshot of the group and he yelled my way “Samuela wants to know if you are ever going to put some clothes on, or if all farmers like to walk with their dick out?”

I threw a piece of branch their way “What does she like it?” The brunette woman blushed a deep red and threw the branch my way. Drógar answered for her “She says you should measure your dick against that stick, if it’s smaller you shouldn’t even bother!”

The stick was huge. “What!? Let the woman speak for herself!” I yelled back, Samuela was now a very dark shade of red and was hitting Drógar over the head with a stone. I made my way closer naked as the first day I saw this world.

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“So the size of this stick?” I told her showing her the branch. She shook her head and hit me with the stone as well.

Drógar was laughing on the floor “She’s mute.”

Samuela ran towards the other members of the party and I saw the other woman consoling Samuela as she shot dangerous looks our way.

“Well you’ve pissed the only two women in the party, I don’t think you’ll be getting lucky any time soon.” Alfar told me as I caressed the spot where the stone had hit me. It wouldn’t be the first time women had shone me, after all I was a pig famer.

I entered my home and picked up all the clothing I had left and opened the box that held treasures of my previous life. I picked up the red robe, and the staff, called upon fire and burned the chest.

“You look kind of dangerous.” The woman consoling Samuela told me. I still didn’t know her name, and yet, finding out women’s names had gotten me into trouble before, so I hesitantly answered.

“I think it’s not having hair.”

“No, that’s just creepy, your red robe… it looks dangerous.”

I understood, it was mostly blood.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Cora.”

I looked her up and down, if Samuela was short, cute and brunette, Cora was nasty, big and blonde. I really liked blondes.

“What do you do for the party Cora?”

“I fight.”

She spoke with really short sentences, she would have fit perfectly in Fincas Nosu.

“Then why were you fleeing when you fought Loki?”

She made a face at that statement and hissed “I was not fleeing, I was trying to heal myself or else the party would have one less fighter.” I nodded and left her there without another word.

“Is that it, you’re not going to tell me about the blood on your robe?” she yelled my way.

I shrugged and looked at her funny “What blood woman? This blood?” I pointed towards my robe.

She nodded.

“Its pigs blood Cora, remember? I’m a farmer.” I winked her way and made my way towards Drógar.

“So pigs blood, eh?” the short man with the two swords asked me.

“What? You don’t believe me?” He looked towards what used to be the pig den and shook his head.

“Nah, I don’t”

I shrugged like I usually did and made my way to the edge of what used to be my olive tree field. I caressed the small olive in my pocket and felt a deep sadness within me. I called upon fire and for some reason the face of the burning bush flashed through my mind.

Fire appeared on the end of my finger tips and the fire jumped from hand to hand like it was eager to leave my grasp. I juggled it a couple of times to get back the feeling of what controlling fire felt like and I pointed it towards my field.

I burned the remaining trunks scattered on the floor, leaving ashes and organic material where rows of olives used to be, even though the field was big, fire made quick work of almost anything. Burning the remaining trees would fertilize the land and it would be helpful to any new famers coming this way.

Even though my trees would never give fruit again, they would become part of many new trees planted on this field.

Unlike most humans who depart this world without leaving anything of worth behind, my trees would leave their help to the new generation of trees growing in Fincas Nosu. I could learn something from my trees.

I turned towards Alfar and asked him “So what now?”

He gave me a giant smile and answered “We go find Jesus.”