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Fantasy AU.
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According to Joyce, with the witch’s death, the land turned bad. Fields of rich, black soil turned to sand and crumbled away until even the most experienced farmers struggled to make anything take root. The woods, once filled with game and birds, were eerily silent. It was as if all life fled when the witch drew their final breath. All of this ‘used to be’ was second hand knowledge to Will; he’d never seen it any other way.
He didn’t mind the quiet or the difficult land. He’d never cared for chatter and concocting new methods to enrich his fields was a challenge, nothing more. Will tended his crops, mixed things like horse dung, egg shells, and rotting vegetation into the earth to help it thrive. He liked to whisper to his seedlings when no one could see and would happily traverse back and forth on Damora’s back as many times as was needed to bring water to them when the sky refused to offer any. Every time Will set a seed to ground, he offered a prayer. Sometimes it felt like the earth heard him, that he could actually hear it answer.