Three adolescents weaved their way between a field of trees up to their shoulders in height. It was silent, apart from the whistling of the wind rippling the leaves, and the plucking of fruit from branches. Surrounding the farm were seemingly endless rolling hills of golden wheat, their stems swaying in the mild wind.  Like a ripple in still waters, a shout coming from the house pierced the serenity. The one with tousled brown hair was the first to turn, before sprinting to the noise. The one with blond hair, closer to the commotion, saw the brown-haired one running towards him, and sprinted to meet him. An expression of confusion washed over the one with brown hair, before the look was quickly wiped off his face by the blond-haired's fist connecting with the brown hair's jaw.

His body was lifted up from the force of the punch, and he collapsed backwards into the soil. The one furthest from them, with frizzy black hair, almost caught up with the two others, started shouting the blond one's name. The blond one was in a combined state of shock and disgust, at himself. He turned his attention to the one running towards them, before bolting in the opposite direction. The black-haired girl kneeled over the one lying, losing his consciousness, on the coarse soil. She started shaking him, screaming his name in desperation. "Audorch- Audorch," He heard her yell. It faded into the ringing in his ears, and her face disappeared into the dark crowding his vision.