Six • Something Different

•Benjamin•

"Is this where the village ends?" I asked as I looked at the open pasture ahead of me.

"Yes," Scott, my right hand man and trusted friend, answered. "This is the last village of the Northern district. If you walk past the forest, you'll reach the border in about thirty minutes."

"I see. That's good then."

The village was doing better than I expected and I was happy that the bags of wheat and fertilizer that I gave two months ago helped the villagers. I looked down at the map that was tucked in my belt. Despite being King, I didn't have as much power as I would have liked.

Power was in the hands of those who held the most influence and gaining the peoples' trust was a priority of mine. As much as gaining support from the nobles was a great place to start, I couldn't neglect the poor and I hated seeing the weak suffer because they were not strong enough.

"Let's continue to the west," I said and began to walk to where we had left our horses.

"Wait a minute," Scott