{Music Recommendation: Icarus ~ Phildel}
...Fifteen years ago.....
It was mid-fall. The leaves on the mahogany had changed to a delicate red-brown hue, dropping freely like a bride's veil down the church aisle.
Even though it was afternoon with the sun burning brightly overhead, the air was damp, filled with sea breeze, anyone a few miles from the ocean could taste the saltiness at intervals.
Yet, workers still huddled around the field. They had to prepare for the cold that was coming, stack millet, wheat, rice, and gather it to be sold. Among the workers was a young boy of fourteen. Despite his young age, he lifted hays bigger than most men who worked with him. He had the rough features of a mine worker, and his distinct eye color made him stand out among the others.
What made the other workers envious of him was his focus while working. He never stopped to laze around or gossip about his father like the others, though he could hear them whispering in hushed tones.
