This story starts off in a nice quiet vill with nothing abnormal about anything. Things went smooth, nice, quite, and peaceful. I personally love this place, other than the fact that mostly everyone is old. My family is not very wealthy, but have enough money to own a house and a farm. I live in a family of four with my mother, father, and my younger brother Alec. I am the one who hunts for meat in my family while my younger brother tends the farm with my father and my mother. Ah yes, and my name is Ronan. Now let us begin the story.
"Ronan!" Father cried out into the field where Ronan was helping his mother and brother Alec with gardening the plants. I walked over to my father and replied with a simple "yes?". He told me he needed me to go hunting for game, and I nodded. "Sounds easy enough." I mumbled to myself, and went and grabbed my bow, and stepped outside. It was a nice warm spring say. "Perfect." I said to my self. And off I went into the woods.