The little village with the Well

4000 B.C.

I cannot remember the last time I ate or even the last time I slept in a bed, really. Stomach growling, a sore neck from sleeping on a log, I just hope the next town is kinder to strangers. Kevin the beggar, I think that's what the last town called me. They were kind of right; I am a hermit, after all. They didn't really though any town I visited just saw me as some wondering stranger looking to freeload.

Walking up to the edge of a clearing, I stood on a cliff. In front of me, the moon was high in the sky, and stars covered it. As I looked down, I saw a sea of trees with a little village tucked in the center of the green ocean. It was not a particularly large village, just a couple of houses a tavern, but in the middle of the village was a well that all the houses and taverns surrounded. This might be my best chance for food get some food, I thought as I started to walk down the path towards the village.

By the time I reached the village, it was morning, people were walking through town laughing and having fun. Kids were playing with sticks and rocks on the side of the road. Merchants on horses and wagons passed me as they were leaving town.

Suddenly I started to feel drool coming out of the side of my mouth. There was a smell of fresh bread coming from the bakery nearby. My stomach started to growl, just from the scent alone. I hope they are looking for workers.