NARRATOR

“Is this the elemental village where you were born?” Sigrid held onto her wide-brimmed straw hat to keep it from being carried away by the wind.

They had gone out after lunch with Silas to gather fresh grass for the rabbits.

Their steps led them to the edge of a beautiful hillside covered in daisies. Below, the wooden and stone houses of the village came into view.

The creaking of carts, the clucking of chickens, and the laughter of children playing in the fields filled the air.

“Yes,