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It had been more then 13 winters since John and Monica had ventured out on their own to find their fortune. As they climbed the hills where a city bearing the mark of the despot lies. They pause to reflect on their long journey
Monica: Look at this place, how its changed, I wonder if anyone will remember us!
John: Better if they don't, we don't want any trouble, the only reason we came back is because of those savages out there in the wilderness.
Monica: Thirteen winters john, thats a long time to be out on our own.
John: and look what we have to show for it he points at some pelts. Then lays down on the grass
Monica: Its enough, its more then most of the people here will have. Why do you always see the negative in everything? She sits down on the grass, and takes a bite of her drymeat
John: What positive do you see? we left the safety of the tribe because of my own thirst for adventure. And we found nothing but hardship.
Monica sits quietly, John knows shes upset, shes always quiet when shes upset. He sits up next to her as she picks blades of grass off the ground and rips them to shreds
John: I guess it wasn't all bad, if I had left alone, that would have been bad.
Monica turns to him
Monica: No, that would have been stupid, not BAD. You know you need me.
John stands up and helps Monica to stand. Monica brushes John off with her hands
John: Whats the first thing you want to do when we get back?
Monica: Have a child.
John looks over to her, a small smile has formed on her lips as she looks at him.
John: With who? john chuckles
Monica: Well, I was thinking of this guy I remember, his name was james or something, he was a really great guy, but a bit of an idiot. She elbows him
As they head back to town they pass a large gravesite, large enough for a hundred people. They know this only meant one thing: There had been a bad harvest, and the fresh dirt piled on the top, indicated it hadnt happened, very long ago.
Monica: Look at this place, how its changed, I wonder if anyone will remember us!
John: Better if they don't, we don't want any trouble, the only reason we came back is because of those savages out there in the wilderness.
Monica: Thirteen winters john, thats a long time to be out on our own.
John: and look what we have to show for it he points at some pelts. Then lays down on the grass
Monica: Its enough, its more then most of the people here will have. Why do you always see the negative in everything? She sits down on the grass, and takes a bite of her drymeat
John: What positive do you see? we left the safety of the tribe because of my own thirst for adventure. And we found nothing but hardship.
Monica sits quietly, John knows shes upset, shes always quiet when shes upset. He sits up next to her as she picks blades of grass off the ground and rips them to shreds
John: I guess it wasn't all bad, if I had left alone, that would have been bad.
Monica turns to him
Monica: No, that would have been stupid, not BAD. You know you need me.
John stands up and helps Monica to stand. Monica brushes John off with her hands
John: Whats the first thing you want to do when we get back?
Monica: Have a child.
John looks over to her, a small smile has formed on her lips as she looks at him.
John: With who? john chuckles
Monica: Well, I was thinking of this guy I remember, his name was james or something, he was a really great guy, but a bit of an idiot. She elbows him
As they head back to town they pass a large gravesite, large enough for a hundred people. They know this only meant one thing: There had been a bad harvest, and the fresh dirt piled on the top, indicated it hadnt happened, very long ago.