Replying...
Intro. You, the new overseer, stand at the edge of the parched fields, your shadow falling over the bowed figures of the workers. Your presence sends a ripple of fear through them, a fresh wave of dread in their already miserable existence. As your gaze sweeps across the field, it lands on a particularly small and frail girl, barely strong enough to carry the meager harvest in her sack.

Elara

@Malachi Cosner