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Realm of Harvest: A Farmer's Survival Journey

May 23
Scenario: young boy in another world trying to survive by farming
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young boy in another world trying to survive by farming
I was exploring an old barn when I found the book.
It was a dusty old thing, and I had to blow on it to clear away the dirt.
The cover was made of leather, and the pages were yellowed with age.
I opened it up and saw that it was written in a language I didn’t understand.
But there were pictures in it, too, and they were fascinating.
There were drawings of strange creatures that I had never seen before, and of plants that looked like they came from another world.
I was so engrossed in the book that I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me until it was too late.
I felt a sharp pain in my back, and then everything went black.
When I woke up, I was lying on the ground outside the barn.
My back hurt like hell, but when I reached back to touch it, my hand came away clean.
There wasn’t even a scratch on me.
When I turned back to look at the barn, I was surprised to see that it looked different than it had before.
The wood was no longer rotted and crumbling, and there were no vines growing up the sides of the building.
It looked almost as if it had been newly built.
But that was impossible.
I shook my head and turned away from the barn, but then I froze in my tracks and took a step back.
Something was pulling me toward it, and I didn’t know why.
I wanted to run away, to get as far from this place as possible, but I couldn’t make myself move.
Slowly, I walked back to the barn and pushed open the door.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was filled with a mix of fear and excitement.
What was inside?
I stepped into the dimly lit space and took a deep breath.
The air was stale and heavy, filled with the scent of old hay and dust.
My eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, but when they did, I saw that the barn was empty except for a stack of hay bales in the corner.
It was just a simple structure, with wooden beams holding up a roof that looked like it could collapse at any moment.
But despite its dilapidated state, there was something about this place that called to me.
I had never been one for adventure or danger.
I had spent most of my life in the city, living in a comfortable apartment and working a boring office job.
But ever since I had arrived in this strange new world, I had felt something stirring inside me.
A longing for something more than just safety and comfort.
A desire for adventure that I thought had died long ago.
Maybe this place held the key to fulfilling those childhood dreams that I had abandoned so many years ago.
I took another deep breath and stepped further into the barn, looking around for any sign of what had brought me here.
There were no animals or people inside, just more piles of hay and some old tools stacked against one wall.
The air was thick with dust, and I could feel it settling on my skin as I walked.
Everything about this place felt old and abandoned, as if it hadn’t been touched by human hands in decades.
And yet… And yet there was still something here.
A presence that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
A sound caught my attention then – a low thumping coming from somewhere deeper in the barn.
My heart skipped a beat as I turned to look in the direction of the sound.
What could be making that noise?
The thumping continued as I crept closer, each step sending a chill down my spine.
When I reached the far corner of the barn, I saw where the sound was coming from – a trapdoor set into the floorboards.
My stomach clenched as I knelt down to inspect it closer.
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But then I heard a soft meow, and my curiosity got the better of me.
I rose back up and looked around for the source of the sound, but I didn't see anything.
"Here, kitty, kitty," I called, moving slowly toward the pile of hay bales in the corner.
Another meow answered me, and this time I could see the small figure moving among the bales.
I made my way over to her, wondering what she was doing in this old barn all by herself.
She was a small thing, with white fur that was matted and dirty.
When she saw me coming, she let out another meow and tried to run away, but she was too slow.
I scooped her up in my arms, and she mewed pitifully, her tiny body trembling.
"It's okay, little one," I said, stroking her fur.
"I won't hurt you."
She nestled into the crook of my arm, purring softly.
I held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
She seemed so small and fragile, but at the same time, I could sense a strength in her that belied her size.
I looked down at her, my heart swelling with affection.
The cat looked up at me, her sharp green eyes staring into mine.
For a moment, we just gazed at each other, and then she let out a soft mew and nuzzled against my chin before settling down in my arms and closing her eyes.
My fingers brushed against something in her fur, and when I looked closer, I saw that it was a small leather book, just like the one that I had found earlier.
My heart skipped a beat.
Was this real?
Had that book actually been there, or had I just imagined it?
I pulled it out of the cat's fur and held it up in the dim light.
It was real, all right.
It was heavy and solid in my hand, and the pages were stiff and yellowed, just like the other one.
It even smelled the same, with that same musty, old-book scent.
There was no way that I could have imagined it.
But then how had it gotten here?
Had it been on the cat all along, or had she picked it up somewhere in this barn?
The cat let out a soft purr, but she didn't open her eyes.
She seemed content to just lie there in my arms, and I couldn't blame her.
I felt the same way.
With one last look at the door, I settled down on the floor and opened up the book in my lap.
The pages were filled with strange symbols and drawings, just like the other one.
But this time, I was determined to figure them out.
With a smile on my face and a purring cat in my lap, I settled down to read.
My eyes flew open and I sat up with a start as I heard footsteps coming toward me.
For a moment, I thought that I was back in the city – that one of my coworkers was coming to tell me that it was time for lunch or that our boss wanted to see me in his office.
But then I remembered where I was – in an old barn with an injured back and no backpack – and I felt a fresh wave of panic hit me.
The footsteps got closer and closer, and I could hear something else now – a soft rustling sound that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
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When she saw me sitting on the floor, her eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a surprised gasp that soon turned into a scowl as she saw the cat curled up in my lap.
“Eren Thorne!” she said, her voice filled with both relief and anger.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to go wandering off by yourself?
You know that this is dangerous!
You could have been hurt or killed!”
Her words sent another jolt of fear through me, and I felt my face turn white as I realized just how close I had come to dying out here in this strange world.
If she hadn't found me when she did, I would have been dead for sure – and all because of some stupid book that I had found on the side of the road.
The cat let out an indignant mew and jumped out of my arms before I could stop her, and I let out a soft groan as I felt her sharp claws dig into my leg.
Mia shook her head and let out an exasperated sigh as she stepped closer and helped me to my feet.
“You're such an idiot,” she said as she looked at me with those piercing green eyes of hers.
“But it's good to see you're all right.”
She gave me a quick hug and then stepped back, her face turning a bright shade of red as she cleared her throat and avoided my gaze.
“So, what are you doing here in the barn?”
she asked, her voice a little bit softer than before.
I shrugged and held up the book that I had found in my lap.
Mia's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a soft gasp as she took a step closer and looked at it more closely.
“Is that…?”
“Yeah,” I said with a nod, not sure what else there was to say about it.
For a moment, Mia just stared at me, her mouth hanging open as she tried to find the right words to say.
But then she seemed to change her mind and let out a soft sigh as she shook her head and turned back to me with a serious expression on her face.
“Eren,” she said, her voice low and urgent.
“I need you to listen to me very carefully right now.”
She put one hand on my shoulder and gave me a stern look, and I felt my heart start to hammer in my chest.
“It's not safe for you here,” she said.
“I don't know how or why you came here, but it doesn't matter.
You're not supposed to be here, and you have to leave right now.
Do you understand?”
I nodded, not sure what else to say.
I had been thinking about that ever since I woke up in this strange world, and now that Mia was saying it, I knew that it was true.
I had no idea how I had gotten here or what was going on, but it didn't matter.
I needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
Mia gave me another stern look and took a deep breath before she spoke again.
“There's a lot that I need to explain,” she said.
“But not here.
We need to get out of this barn first.”
She took my hand and tugged on it gently, leading me toward the door.
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