It is an age of gallant knights, great kings and kingdoms, an age of magic amongst mayhem. It an age of magic users, and magic hunters. The great kingdom towers over the underlying city. This story does not mention kings, queens, knights or dragons, though. This is the story of how a peasant's life would be like. A story of love and how even some love stories do not always have a happy ending. Rafael awoke at first light by the pounding of the door. The loud voice of his father overwhelming so early commanded, "Get out there to fetch the eggs or there will be no breakfast before chores!" Rafael rolled over for a brief moment before deciding that he better do as he was told. The young man just wanted a respite from the morning labors for just one morning. He shrugged lazily into his tunic and ratted pants before heading out of the house. The chicken coup's foul stench did no good for an empty stomach. He fought the gag reflex, grabbing the eggs quickly and placed them gently into a basket. After that was over, he decided that he should clean out the coup while he was there. That would give him one less chore to attend to after breakfast. The fowl stench did not leave even though it was cleaned out. He shook his head, wondering what he could do to eliminate the odor. His mother stood at the doorway impatiently, as she usually was in the mornings, "It should not have taken so long to gather those eggs, son. Stop your lollygagging!" She used a rag to whip at her son before grabbing the egg basket before it tipped over. "There are lots to be done today, and you know how your father gets if he is unable to have a decent breakfast." His father walked in as breakfast was being placed on the table. He scowled as he sat heavily in his chair. "Another tax order has been decreed. The royals sit fat and happy while they make the common folk slave in the hot sun. We are barely able to keep bread on the table as it is now. Work has been slow, the pay has lowered." He stopped speaking then as he realized children were at the table as well. He roughly grabbed a hot roll and boiled egg. His mother sat in the chair beside him, placing a comforting hand over his arm, "We will survive, my love. We have before and we will now. Perhaps I should speak to someone about getting a position as a maid in the castle. I overheard that they are seeking people." She saw her husband's expression, and knew how he felt about the matter but they would need the extra money. He knew it, which is why he nodded in agreement. She looked at the children, not wanting to abandon them to play in the streets. She loved being home to take of them, and the house. This was also for them so that they could have food in their bellies. Rafael gave no expression. He wanted to be more helpful to his family. It pained him that he was still too young to gain an apprenticeship. One year away! He grumbled to himself so that it would not stress his parents or siblings. He ate quickly, rose from the table, and headed to do his chores. His first chore was completed. Now, he would have to fetch water from the well. He took the pole with the two dangling buckets and placed them over his shoulder. When he reached the well, there seemed to be a small crowd gathered. He peered among the people to see if he could find his friend.