The morning was calm in Silver Creek, but for Grim, Stanley, and Lorry, the weight of recent events weighed heavy. Their action against the merchant had aroused suspicion in town, and rumors were already circulating. The three boys had taken refuge in a discreet place: an old abandoned barn on the edge of town, their temporary hideout.

“Do you think they know it’s us? » Stanley asked, his talisman clutched in his hand.

Grim, leaning against a wall, was thinking. " Not yet. But it will come. This merchant will speak, and he will not fail to say that he saw three young guys. »

Lorry, who was playing with a piece of wood, shrugged his shoulders. “We don’t care, right? If they come, we fight. »

Grim looked back at him. “It’s not that simple, Lorry. It's not just a fight. It's us against the whole world. »

A silence fell over the group, disturbed only by the sound of the wind whistling through the ill-fitting planks of the barn.

Stanley broke the silence. “We can't run away forever, Grim. If we want to change things, we have to do more than just survive. »

Grim nodded slowly. “You’re right, Stan. But to do that, we have to be ready. If we want to take on this city, we need allies. People like us. »

Lorry looked up. “You mean we’re forming a gang? »

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Grim smiled, his first in days. “Not a gang. A family. »

These words echoed in the barn. It was not a simple idea, but a promise, a commitment between them. This moment marked the start of something big, a spark that would ignite their future.

In that moment, Grim knew he had to come up with a plan, and that plan would take them far beyond the confines of Silver Creek. But for now, they just had to survive, organize, and above all, believe in their common vision.The heat of the day weighed heavily on the vast lands of the Geovane farm. In the distance, the cry of crows accompanied the noise of the tools that Jessy and Alex manipulated. Their shirt was soaked with sweat, but neither seemed to complain. They worked in silence, each concentrated on their task, until Alex, tired of calm, drops their rake and turns to Jessy.

-Did you see this cloud there? Looks like a horse, right?

"You better look at the earth instead of the sky," replied Jessy, raising your shoulders. Geovane will fall on you if you continue to dream.

Alex smiles, but he obeys. The old farmer Geovane, although grumpy, had a unique talent to make his presence feel. However, despite his constant reprimands, Jessy and Alex knew that the old man did not hate them.

Luva, an orphan with curly hair, suddenly appeared with a chop of fresh water. She smiled timidly to Alex and held out the jug.

"You should drink before you fall stiffly," she said gently.

"Thank you, Luva," replied Alex, grabbing the jug.

Jessy watched the scene with a mocking smile.

- Do you want us to build a chair so that you can play the knights?

"Shut up," replied Alex, throwing a handful of earth.

The three burst out laughing, but their amusement was interrupted by the hoarse voice of Geovane.

- Instead of clowns, why don't you end up picking up these damn hay?

The atmosphere became more serious, and they resumed their work. But basically, this routine, although rewarding, gave them a certain stability.

In the barn, later

Once the day is over, Jessy and Alex settled on hay boots, exhausted.

- One day, said Alex, fixing the ceiling, we will leave this farm. We will go to town, we will become rich, and we will have a life as in stories.

-And what will you do with your wealth? Jessy asked, mocking.

"Buy a huge house, with a garden full of flowers," replied Alex without hesitation.

Jessy laughed.

- I just want to be free, far from the orders of an old grout.

Alex nodded, comprisingPerfectly what his friend felt.

- We will do it together, then. Still together, he added, holding his hand.

Jessy touched her firmly.

- Always.

Meanwhile, Luva observed them discreetly from the shadow of the barn. She smiles when she saw their complicity, but a brightness of sadness crossed her gaze. She knew that these dreams would not be easy to achieve.