A small wooden hut stood in the middle of a vast green land filled entirely with crops. The wooden hut was the only building that could be seen no matter where one looked.
The blue sky above was clear of clouds as the warm morning sunlight illuminated the vast land.
Just then, the door of the hut suddenly opened, and a young boy stepped outside, carrying a harrow on his shoulder. The boy's glass-like clear green eyes scanned the fields as his golden hair shone like real gold in the sunlight.
Elias closed his eyes and breathed the fresh air of his farmland again. The chirping of birds and crickets felt like music to his ears, a music he would never get bored with.
It was the start of another refreshing day of his life.
'Time to get to work.'
He put down the harrow and sighed.
The field was too big for him to tend to within a single day. Still, he would probably be able to do it since he had been doing it every day ever since these lands were passed down to him from his father.
