Susan has become a god. Though she doesn't know it yet. She's too caught up in the grief of just losing her soul mate. Johnathan wasn't the king of legend, or a knight in shinning armor, but he swept her off her feet all the same. That was all ages ago though. Now in the winter years of their lives they were supposed to be doting on their grandchildren and helping their children take over the farm. The universes plans were different though.

Johnathan fell dead suddenly and without warning in the early afternoon. Not a scratch on him and not even a bit of strain to indicate something was wrong. That was also in the past though. Her children had already come up to the main house, sat with her in mourning for a time, and took his body with them back toward town. They had insisted they needed to have him tended to. They hadn't stated it outright but she knew that if they didn't he'd end up bloated and disfigured before they could give him a proper burial. It was too late in the day to gather even the closest neighbors, let alone the nearest priest and his friends from the town over.

That left her alone with the only token she'd been able to keep of him before he left. She'd never liked his belt knife in particular. She was even wondering why it was the only thing she could think to grab but he had never been one for trinkets. It was a stroke of luck though. Their children were so focused on taking care of their father they'd left her to fend for herself. Being an industrious farm wife left no room for wallowing in self pity when chores were to be handled. Even while weeping she trooped to the chicken pen and grabbed a hen at random and drug it to the stump at the shed.

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The same place that every chicken Johnathan had ever killed was dispatched. There'd never been a day in her life where she was squeamish, but only hours after his passing she couldn't bear to watch it's death. Steeling herself with her hands on it's neck and the knife held just inches above she plunged it down while swiping towards herself. The chicken didn't even make a sound which was a minor blessing. Though her system notifications were not as kind. No less than 15 different notifications alerted her of her accomplishment in dispatching the helpless animal. A disproportionate amount by any standard but as curious as she was for the reason she swept them all away without even a glance. There was already enough on her plate as it was. If she wanted the chicken to be added to that plate she couldn't be bothered with the details.