PrinceofDestruction

Jan’s father was standing on a small incline overlooking the field that was cleared and ready for the planting of crops, he wiped the sweat on his brow while leaning on his walking stick propped up and he gave the signal to Jan and their two draft oxen that it was time to begin ploughing. Jan gave the affirmative response, then he turned to his two bovine friends, then he gestured them to move aside, “All right you two, get out of the way so that Biarce can do his thing.” The oxen scooted away as quickly as they could, and Biarce, bearing their large wooden harness across his shoulders, and tied to each end of the harness’ arms was a length of rope connected to a plough. It would seem cruel to let a mere child pull two ploughs through the land that two heavy draft animals would and should be able to do instead, but Biarce was not a mere child, he was something special, as he would soon demonstrate; he quickly covered the mile-wide farm field pulling the two heavy metal objects

A young boy with vibrant red hair had fallen into a crevice in the ground; he was attempting to retrieve a calf that was under his care that had carelessly stumbled into the same crevice, now he was stuck in there with his animal companion, he looked up at the opening, he could see his father stare down from the edge. “Jan, are you injured?” he asked, trying to peer into the darkness to make out his only child. “No, I’m okay! So is Tips!” Jan reassured the young calf next to him. “That’s good!” the father looked around him, “Listen, Jan, I’m going back to the cabin and I’ll try to find some rope, just stay right there.” Jan agreed and waited a minute when his father left before sitting down on a nearby stone, “This is a fine mess you got us into.” Tips was milling about nearby, tapping his hooves impatiently, but then he suddenly looked up, staring into a nearby passage. “Tips, what’s wrong?” Before Jan could respond, Tips bolted into the passage, “Tips, get back here!” Jan