Thomas was a simple man, with a simple life. A farmer in the Kingdom of Devonshire. His day had come to an end, and like every other day before, he looked out over his field, admiring all the work he had accomplished. He was a sturdy man, with flowing blonde hair and a small scar that passed through his right eyebrow. He was a story teller and had told many a stranger of the heroic ways in which he had gotten that scar, but the truth was, he had gotten it from a simple farm accident. This didn't deter his stories though, as he often felt most alive in those moments in which he was telling a story of heroism for which he was the main character.
He wiped the sweat off of his brow, and walked over to his wagon. He loaded his pack up on the wagon, and then grabbed the handrails connected to it, and began to pull. He walked a bit faster today then usual, and there was two reasons for this. First, his wife Jane had just started a new job at the local seemstress, and he was eager to pick her up and take her home. The second was an eagerness to return home to his son. Only a couple months old, the boy had quickly captured his father's heart and become the center of his life.
As Thomas pulled up to the seemstress's home, he saw his wife standing out front waiting for him. Her beautiful brunette hair came down to the middle of her back and swayed with each rush of the wind. Her dress was tattered and worn, but in his eyes, all he could see was a princess in the finest of clothes. Her blue eyes pierced his soul as they did everytime he looked into them, and her smile brought joy to his heart. He couldn't help but return the smile with a sheepish grin.
"Oh...my hero," she commented jokingly as he walked up
"I shall protect you from all harm, Madame." He said as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her in and gently kissed her lips.
She giggled as he let her go, and allowed him to grab her outstretched hand. The two walked hand in hand, each using their other hand to pull the cart. Thomas was happy. He had never been more content with his life. He felt like nothing could stop the euphoria he felt in his heart.
As the two pulled up into their village, it seemed quieter then usual. Thomas looked around, trying to see if there were any reason for the silence, but he saw nothing, so they continued walking. They were eager to send the midwife home with her daily wages and spend the evening with their son. The midwife was a close friend and had agreed to assist in caring for their son for very reasonable wages.
When they entered the hut, the midewife was not there, and they saw their son, lying motionless in his wooden crib. They walked up to the baby, and Thomas sensed something was wrong. Jane checked the baby, and discovered he was not breathing. The two of them picked up their son, and ran to the village's medicine man. He was not there, and so they did all that they could to revive their son themselves, but it quickly became aware to them that their son was gone. The two lay on the ground, holding their son, as they cried. Thomas could hear his wife strangled sobs, and in between his own tears, could only think to rub her back and try to comfort her. The two sat there crying, deep into the night...
A jolt of energy shot through the young man, and his vision ended. He could no longer see the farmer, or his wife. All he could see in front of him was an orb. He walked back up to the orb and inspected it, trying to discover its secret. Somehow, it had given him a glimpse of an unfortunate couple, and while he could not help them, he felt compelled to watch, and so he looked at the orb intently. He reached out his hands to touch the orb, and as he did, immediately, he lost awareness of his own surroundings and was again staring at the couple, holding the lifeless body of their young son.
