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Chapter 1

I don't know how I was able to convince myself that the only way I'd be satisfied with myself would be to head to this village. Without any real technological transportation the last bus that was heading towards the direction I seeked had to turn around a mile from the actual village.

I didn't bring any of my belongings with me, no extra clothes, no food nor water and obviously no sense. The only belongings I brought was the clothes I had already been wearing. Let's count the days on how long I last in such a village where farming and ranching was their only exportation.

I arrived quite early in the morning, surprised at myself how I made the trip without once opening my big mouth and complaining and – I proved myself right. Overlooking the small village from afar made my heart flutter like a butterfly and I had no idea why. The village looked smaller than what I remember but then again I was a small little trot and found the most smallest of things…larger than life.

Just as I remember, the village overlooked the ocean. Surrounded by all sorts of tall and lively trees, their only roads being mud and dirt. I walked through the already awoken village to see a few eyes looking at me like I was an alien but I could also see the shock…or stun in their eyes. Was it really that unseen to have visitors pass through or even stay for a few days?

For such a small village I got lost pretty easily and I was lucky that I came upon a small cottage like store with the big arched sign painted with blue and orange 'Food Shop'. Right next to this small shop was a fenced in garden and across was a even smaller cottage and a well but I'd have to explore later.

I slowly entered the store, unsure if it was even open, I didn't bother looking at the sign that said its openning and closing times and already could see a tall male with sun kissed skin with black hair, a few gray streaks from old age and a pretty thick moustache.

When he noticed me a smile grew and a big hand waved to greet me, instinctively I waved back. "You must be new here yet you look so familiar. Let me guess, you're Tony's grandson? What was your name again, Heero?"

Shocked once again. I stepped fully into the shop so the door could close behind me and gave a quick nod to his question. "And how do you know all this? From what I remember I don't look anything like my grandfather." I crossed my arms firmly against my chest and leaned on my left foot. I was oddly comfortable.

"You're right, you don't look anything like your grandfather," He placed his big hands onto his hips and threw his head back with a laugh before continuing, "Tony told me you'd be coming and that there was a big chance you'd be staying. Let me give you a quick piece of advice though, in just a few years this place will be demolish for a theme park so you shouldn't even worry about unpacking your bags."

I raised an interested black brow with a weak smirk. Grandpa knew I was going to be coming and staying, somehow I already knew he was thinking that after reading that letter. I turned a quick glance around the small shop, "….So, where are these bags that you are seeing me unpack?" I spoke sarcastically. You had to often speak sarcastically in the city or bigger, much more…idiotic people won't respect you as much.

I heard an annoyed grimacing groan before I looked back at the shop keeper, "What do you want kid?" His dark eyes narrowed and his muscles tensed.

"Where is the farm my grandfather owned?" I asked, I hadn't averted my narrowing eyes from his. I don't have manners, I'll admit.

"When you exit this shop look to your right, there is a hill leading up to Tony's farm. Now get out you snouty brat." The shop keeper turned from our heated gaze to continue working on whatever he had been working on before I entered and so I turned myself, towards the door and heading in the direction he advised.

Sure enough, right over the hill was my grandfathers old and run down farm. His small wooden house was breaking down just as bad as the old wooden barn next to it and inbetween the two falling apart buildings was the dusty and old chicken coop. All three of the buildings had missing boards on the roof, broken windows, cobwebs and needed a good repainting. And just like the letter mentioned, the fencing that surrounded the farm and the overgrown pasture was diminishing. It looked like someone put up war against this tiny, helpless and….dead farm.

I have my new life set out infront of me and as hard and unwelcoming as it may be I will know one thing for sure. I will NEVER in my new life ever be bored.

After carefully examining the needy farm I entered the small house and notice immediately the dirty, musty old smells of the wooden furniture that looked like they haven't been cleaned in years. Grandpa mentioned being in his death bed for a week but this mistreatment had to be longer than that or maybe this was pay back for the long years of never keeping in touch with my grandfather.

The dusty bookself in the far right corner caught my attention. Shelf on shelf set of books all about farming and rebuilding, even notebooks that had scribbling of notes that looked like my grandfather's and father's handwriting. A folded letter sat infront of the second shelf of books with my name written on it. I hesitantly snatched and unfolded it and there in that famous fine print was….

'Dear Heero,

I knew you'd come! How? Because you are your father's son but let's get to the real reason why I asked you to come here. This village has more than several reasons why it should stay a small village from our ancestors living and protecting it to the wonderful and caring people that live here. Like I mentioned in my last letter, by the time you get this I will be gone and I will have no way in protecting this ton from the power hungry men that demand to demolish this beautiful and sacred place.

Heero….

I need you to save and protect this village with your life. Once I am gone there will be no one helping these village folk with exporting farm goods since we are the only real farm out of the village. It's up to YOU. Unlock the secrets of this place, help the village folk and whatever you do, save yourself from the greed and power that the city can grow on a single person. Do this for me, your father, yourself and for the village that will now look to you as their savior.

Love, Grandpa.'

I didn't even get time to think about the letter before I heard voices outside the broken window. The voices sounded like young children. I folded up the letter and shoved it into my back pocket, approaching the broken window and trying to look through what was left of the glass that was covered in salty residue from the ocean. I couldn't see anything, the voices must have come from the front. I walked to the door and swung it open and there before me…was a shocking sight I thouht I'd never see…