Call To Adventure ملاحظة قصصية · الجزء 5 من 7

Market days were my favorite. That fateful day, I traded the farm vegetables for stories and secrets until a familiar melody made me pause. The same tune that called me into the forest so long ago was beckoning me once more. I dropped my sacks of grain and followed it.

I found a bard surrounded by a swaying crowd, playing the bewitching symphony on flute. Something inside of me blossomed like a forgotten seed.

"Get 'yer head out of the clouds!" My father yelled that evening, spitting his mashed potatoes onto the dinner table.

"You got the wrong blood! Look at 'yer hands — They're bulky and strong, not made to fiddle around!" He stuffed his mouth with a dry piece of bread and washed it down with well water.

"'Yer a farmer, kid. Can't change it."

Valory