Hello, I know another FF and I can guarantee that I will take over with three, but this is the last successor FF I had planned. I need at least one story that is easy to write, one that writes itself, and for the other two stories I've worked the plot out so that it's almost too much to write as relaxation. That's why I'm going to put the third idea on now and throw chapters into the room again and again, quite casually. With all three. I will not write PMs, because at the moment everything is very tedious. My father has been doing very badly since the wedding and the impression arises as if he had only been working towards our wedding, but I don't want to tell you about that now. Now to the FF, you will notice right away in the intro that it is a little different and I have a few requests for you. My first big request is to only report people, not overheroes or supernatural abilities. My second request is the choice of names, simple and formative names would be great and make it a lot easier for the reader to keep the characters in mind, also the story takes place in a medieval world, so pay attention a little, so if it is no Japanese name goes. OK, now I've annoyed you enough, read the prologue and register, but please don't be angry if I keep the number of characters in this story a little lower and to my favorite tribe reporters, missed you guys nice to have you here again ... And thank you again that you are always there for me ...

She drove the plow, the field was hard to cultivate, the ground stony and barren. But her parents couldn't afford more, the lease was low at the time and two of them could till the land. The old horse in front of the plow was almost as old as Ina, who turned sixteen next summer.Melina paused and wiped her forehead. She looked at the house, where Ina was crouching between the bushes and looking at the ground with interest. "Ina, go into the house, otherwise the blow will hit you, as hot as it is today" As expected, Ina did not react. Melina let go of the plow. She wiped her hands on her apron before carefully tapping Ina's shoulder so that her sister would not be unnecessarily shocked. “What are you looking at?” She asked mildly and looked down in front of Ina on the floor where a little one who had fled was lying. Melina took the dead bird and grabbed Ina's hand, who let herself be pulled along with her head bowed. Her sister picked up a chunk of earth and placed the bird under it. "You see, now he's buried"
"Like papa" Melina nodded. Ina had not realized the death of her mother, who died a long time ago; she was even more withdrawn then than now. It was only when her father died three years ago that she understood what the meaning of the word death was. Melina sighed when she was eleven years old, her mother succumbed to a serious illness, at that time Ina was just five years old. Melina had to take over the work of the mother and the upbringing of Ina, her father could not deal with Ina. He always saw everything as malice and her manner as laziness, while Ina just lived in her own world. "Shall we go in a little?" She brushed one of the blonde, almost white strands behind Ina's ear and the girl nodded. The sun had turned her otherwise pale face red. Melina released Pascal and looked after him, Ina followed her everywhere, but didn't really understand what she was doing, but found hundreds of things that interested her, although she knew everything here. "Come on" Melina took Ina's hand and pulled her into the little house the sisters lived in. Melina's dark brown hair was dusty and her hands were calloused. She had to pay twice as much since her father's death and it was still not enough, the landlord had increased the rent again last month.Of course, it was clear to her that the man only wanted to force her to make a decision, he had offered her unabashedly to take her and Ina into his home. He had a wife who had given him twelve children, he was no longer interested in her, but was interested in the sisters. Since then he has tried everything to drive her to bankruptcy and should it continue like this, Melina really had to leave the land on which her parents were buried. Ina had no inkling of any of this; she was delighted with the flowers that grew behind the house or the smooth stones in the field. Rent payments, debts, and greedy old men were things that didn't fit into their world. “Are we going into town?” Ina asked suddenly and Melina looked up with a sigh. "The day after tomorrow is the market, not today" Ina cocked her head and smiled. She didn't understand terms like tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, a day was the time from light to dark, for her it made no difference when it was like that. Concepts of time were as foreign to Ina as everything else Melina had to struggle with every day.

Melina lifted the heavy boxes from the boat and watched the merchants standing around grimly, who were again tearing their mouths at the sisters. Luckily Ahn wasn't here, this guy was unbearable in his self-loving way. His father owned the greatest good. Perhaps she would have accepted his offer and accepted a marriage if he hadn't carelessly mentioned that he would then deport Ina to an institution. She would have married him only for Ina's good, so that she would have a good place. So she rejected the conceited guy with unusually harsh words, trampling his pride. Ina was turning a carrot in her hands with interest, Melina took it out of her hand with a loving reprimand and placed it on her stand, which was far too little loaded, with far too poor quality. One of the women from the other stalls came up to the two young women, laughing."Melina, I heard Abig has already increased the rent again, this mean old goat" uttered the market lady indignantly that her huge breasts only wobbled. Next to Mama, as she was only called here at the market, Melina looked so delicate and fragile that she herself would not believe what she did every day. "We'll manage it" she said friendly and continued to clear the cart. "You should really consider Ahn's offer, he's a fine fellow" said mom and helped with a heavy box full of potatoes. "No" mom sighed. "He definitely didn't mean it that way." She looked at Ina, who was just watching a wasp sit down on the neighbour's apples. "Maybe you can help her"
"Ina doesn't need any help," Melina replied resolutely. "Everything is fine with her" Mom sighed and put on the brightest smile again. "You're right" With that, the market woman disappeared back to her stand.
The day dragged on, hardly anyone noticed the small stand, only a few loyal customers bought their goods from the sisters. Most of them out of pity, which Melina was only too clearly aware of. Ina sat on the cart and let her feet dangle, she hummed a song that her mother always sang, but even when Melina asked her about it, Ina didn't know how she knew the song.
She turned around when she heard the hated voice of her landlord, he was standing next to the cart and languishing at Ina, who accepted the snack without any suspicion. Melina took it from her hand and pulled her from the cart, pushing her behind her. "I'll come to you tomorrow to pay my rent." The old man grinned maliciously and nodded. "The last one and the current one," he asked kindly, with a twinkle in his eyes that indicated that he had a good enough understanding of the sisters' situation. "Yes" said Melina harshly and pushed Ina to the other end of the stand. "Now excuse us, we have work to do." "Of course," said the old man and pushed past the booth, took one of the apples and threw it up."Interest on arrears" he laughed and bit into it so that it smacked its lips. Melina could not hide her disgust, she was relieved to see Mama marching towards her and without further ado she mercilessly bombarded the above with words. Compared to Mama, Obig looked like a sausage, the resolute lady literally grabbed him and dragged him to her stand, halfway she turned her head to the sisters and winked at Melina, who nodded in relief. Fortunately Ina had already forgotten the snack. Should she ever ask Melina why she could never accept it, Melina didn't know how to react.

Tired and exhausted, they drove home; it was already evening when they finally started their way home. Another hour of cart ride and then just fall into bed. The turnover was not even enough for the current lease payment, let alone for the arrears of the last one. Ina suddenly raised her head, she had dozed a little and turned around so that she almost fell off the driver's seat. "Hey" Melina was just able to grab her and pull her back onto the bench. "Be more careful" "The butterfly" Ina breathed and pointed behind the car. Melina sighed. "Is it a beautiful one?"
Ina nodded. "And nice," she added pensively. "He told me a story yesterday" The smile disappeared from her lips. "A very sad one. He needs my help, but I said that I don't like it because it's dangerous and I don't like that it hurts you" Ina snuggled her head on Melina's shoulder. Her sister, who had only half-heartedly listened and calculated in her mind what they could still sell from the farm, nodded. "That's fine"
"She said I should watch out" Ina said and grabbed Melina's hand. "She said he was already home" She looked at Melina with wide eyes. “Can we turn around?” She asked anxiously. "I don't want to go home when he's already here" Melina sighed. "Above won't be so bold and lie in wait for us at home" Ina stared at Pascla's tail."But he's already here," she muttered and grabbed the reins without warning. "And he's going to hurt you," she screamed. Melina fought back the reins and looked at Ina with that expression on her face, just as her mother used to do. "Ina, what's the point?" She asked reprovingly and Ina ducked her head. "I'm afraid for you, he's already waiting for us at home"
"Stop the nonsense, I'm tired and have worries" Melina said gloomily and clicked the