Chapter 1: Kicked out and working as a farm hand part 1

So this sucks, as if today couldn’t get any worse, the first entry of the diary I was writing got wet and got all smudgy and now I have to start all over again from the start. You guys have no idea how frustrating it is to have written so many good excellent paragraphs only for it to be ripped away from my grasp.

Sigh!

But I digress.

I guess I have to start all over again. Like all orphans before me who get kicked out of the orphanage at the age 16, I must be calm, righteous, mature because apparently being 16 somehow makes you all mature and capable of life changing decisions but whatever its not like I'm bitter from being kicked from my hard but safe life at the orphanage. But anyway enough of that horrid little place and my rent free life that brutally ended today. Today my friends, I will tell you about the cold cold morning as I stood there, mouth agape as I was handed my things and given the boot.

So with a few bits of clothing to my name packed untidily in a shabby sack, I headed off into the centre of the unknown, which is conveniently what my little town is called, Unknown Town. Not really imaginative mind you but do forgive them, this use to be mana mine back in the day, all the miners would gather and build shanty houses, then they would bring their families and over time this became a bustling shanty town. For twenty years, it developed and grew. Especially when the mana crystal somehow became a low level dungeon, thats where it really hit its stride. Since the mana mine was basically in the middle of nowhere and most folks from all over did not even know such a place exist, the miners and everyone else unanimously agreed it to be called Unknown, sort of like a little inside joke.

I stood indignantly at the notice board that was as big as house. It had to be the case since this is the place all people advertise jobs, short term help with pay, anything that they are selling or need will be posted here. Which makes it very convenient for me, who wants to work for money and with that money I can use it to fill up my ever needy stomach who needs attention three times a day. 

Catching a fire breathing chicken? Yeah, thats a hard pass. Although the pay is not bad, 500 Mula,  but I don't want to get burned, what if my dashing good looks get ruined.

Wanted: A willing subject who is willing to take it. 1000 Mula. Yeah, that so vague and a little bit creepy, and I don't think I'm desperate to take that on and I will be seriously worried for the person who takes this request, but the person who posted this should definitely be investigated. Mr. Smosby, you are definitely on the list of people I'd thank the Mighty Tira for not meeting.

Hmm.. a lot of the jobs posted does pay good money but some require way too much hard work and I don't really want to work on a farm, but I don't really see anything else thats better. So I guess being a farm hand is on my agenda list today. I have never even worked on a farm, but I guess for two weeks, I get a room with meals and I get paid 300 Mula each day. 

With that decided, I grabbed the paper and went to look for farmer Jones who resides just outside Unknown near the Lumberhill High, where tree logs are being chopped up into firewood.

After an hour or so of walking, my feet are sore due to my crappy boots, thats first on my list of things to buy. A nice pair of walking boots. An orphan can dream. I arrived at the gate and stopped, for there was a huge dog lying down at the entrance. Its fur was pure white and five times my size. Mighty Tira! Now thats a dog for real. I don't even know what type of dog it is, maybe its a wolf? Or could even be a Snow Dog, one that can create snow?

I called out for farmer Jones, I don't want to be treated as a trespasser by this giant ball of white fluff. 

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"Sir Jones! It's Kierran here, I'm here for the job about farm hand!" I shouted loudly.

I waited for a response like all mature 16 year old should. I've got manners and I was even emajucated, I sniggered at the silly word I just made up.

Farmer Jones sure is taking his time, I've stood here for what seemed like forever now. The white fluff at front hasn't even stirred a muscle. Maybe its dead. I took a few steps forward and the animal raised its head and bared its fangs. 

Okay. So maybe not dead. Just an asshole. Like its owner Bastard Jones.

Ahem. Lets try again.

"Sir Jon-"

"I heard you, dumb kid, keep yapping on and on! I'm not deaf I heard you the first time!" said a wiry old man, who has a slump on his back and is using a stick to help him walk. The white dog stood up in attention and my god its almost the size of the man's house. The dog bounded over to the side of the old man, the old man grabbed hold of the dogs fur, rustled around his pocket and grabbed hold of a pipe, he then snapped his fingers and a small flame appeared on his index finger.

Farmer Jones smirked looking at the surprised look on my face as he lit up his pipe and took a long hard drag.

"Learned that trick from a passing wizard." he said with a smile, clearly proud of this fact. 

I personally don't blame him cause that was honestly kind of badass.

 

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