The fresh breeze of wind in the morning is the first thing I feel everyday. I wake up, I grab my hoe, some seeds and a boiled potato (sometimes a piece of bread) and leave my small home. This is my, Locke's, daily routine.
I look around and see the same old fields filled with planted potatoes then look towards my right and see old man Martin walking on the dirt path leading to the center of town. I wave towards him and he waves back, just like usual.
I then quickly gobble up my potato and carry my hoe towards the untitled parts of my field. The ground is damp, which means it rained last night, so I don't have to water my other potatoes right now.
I start to till the damp ground using the hoe, softening the ground. I repeat this on that same space a few times, until it is soft enough for me to plant potatoes.
For most people, farming is tiring work, hence they seek other jobs, but personally, I love farming, especially potatoes. Even though the hoe was heavy at first and I have to water my crops almost everyday, I simply love watching the potatoes I play grow slowly, day by day, it simply gives me pleasure.
I continue tilling the rest of the field the same way, though after a while I took break next to my small wooden and plain house, just lying down and staring at the sky.
The sky was blue and the shine was shining brightly today, though I could still spot a few clouds around.
Staring at the sky relaxes me and makes me want to rest, though as I was lulling myself to sleep, I heard some noise nearby that sounded like metal armor clanking.
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At first Ignored it and tried to fall asleep, but I heard a blade being unsheathed. I quickly stood up and reflexively grabbed my hoe.
The person holding a sword was heavily armored, iron or maybe even steel armor, though how the hell would I know, I'm a farmer.
The person inside the metal suit looks a bit shorter than me, though it seems that they are having no trouble wearing the cumbersome suit of armor.
The person then mumbles something quickly, it was too quick and soft to hear properly, so I became confused.
Seeing my confused face however, caused the person to raise their sword and point it at me.
Seeing the imminent danger I start to break out in cold sweat. I try my best to ready myself and raised my hoe in a defensive position.
Shit, What the hell is happening?
What the fuck happened to my regular life?
What will happen to me now?
Who the hell is this guy?
Most importantly, what will happen to my potatoes!?
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Author notes
Please alert me in the comments if I made any grammatical intakes , and please wait patiently for more potatoes (chapters) to come. Oh and I will try to improve my writing skills every chapter, though constructive criticism is always welcome.