Snow blanketed everything in the middle-of-nowhere village. Just big enough not to be considered a hamlet, a snowstorm hit the sleepy village, in the northern reaches, at the tail end of winter. Like prairie dogs, well on a prairie, the villagers began to poke their heads out of their homes and started the backbreaking task of shoveling the snow that reached the height of a grown man's waist. Even though the labor was hard, it was still a joyous occasion, as the young and older men shoveled paths and cleared roofs as the little ones came running outside playing in the snow. Cheerful laughs and kids screaming in joy echoed throughout the town, putting a smile on the men's faces. The women gathered in a big group in the great hall making warm loaves of bread, hearty soups, and piping hot cups of cider and tea, running them out to the men along with some whiskey to help them stay warm on a cold day. When the man's body began to tire, the smith started a song from his homeland. The music lit a fire in the men's hearts, allowing them to work until the sun reached its zenith. When the sun reached its peak, the men took a lunch break and changed out of cold, wet clothes.

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A young man named Alexander lived in a small house on the edge of the village. He just got done eating a nice lunch with the Morris family. He came back to his home to get a fresh pair of socks. When he entered his house, he cast mana orb, the only spell he knew. The ball floated from Alexander up to the ceiling, casting an even golden light illuminating the room. Alexander stood in his entranceway looking at his room full of trinkets and bobbles he had since he was a kid, the lovely comfortable bed that he haggled for like it was a life or death battle from one of the few merchants that came through town. He looked longingly at his books. Some came from merchants, but the majority came from the man who raised him, Elder Peter, for his birthdays. He stood in his room and cried until now. He didn't realize how sad he would be to leave his village, the same village that had taken care of him after his parents died. Through his sadness, Alexander changed into pair of socks. The mana orb winked out of existence as Alexander opened the door. Stepping out into the chill air Alexander went to help his family shovel.