Normal, a word not used to describe Aurora. The strawberry blonde was a rather odd lady. She would only come into town one day of the month and only get sugar and flour. Over the years, the town people have made stories about her. Some claim she is a witch who hides in the woods, others say she is a magical princess who came from a faraway land. In actuality, Aurora, just lives in a small cottage in the woods, tending to her sunflower field and making baked goods. The young girl liked the quiet of the woods, and she liked the creatures roaming them even more. Growing up, the brown-eyed girl showed a passion for baking, and so she has chosen to keep it up.

Today, June 1st, was the day Aurora chose to go into the village. woven basket in hand, she set off. The blonde would hop down the small wooden stairs from her cottage, and run through the sunflower fields. The pink strawberry dress she had main flowed behind her. As she came to the end of the woods, she slowed back down. The small village came into view, the noise of people yelling and animals being harassed filled her ears. Those sounds, they made her re-hate society every time. Aurora found her way into the village, she went towards the same old shops and grabbed the same things. The strawberry blonde knew she was getting stared at, she tried the best to ignore it. And with that, she was back on her way to the cottage.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the village, another young lady enters. She had deep brown hair and eyes and wore red flannel, an axe on her back held by a rope. Whispers from the village folk made Blake small. Her reputation was through the roof, and she loved it. The greatest lumberjack of all time, better than any of those dumbass males. The brunette made her way into a bar, she read through some of the lumberjack listings, nothing peaked her interest.

"Your Blake Bradly right?" A man behind the bar counter asked Blake nodded. The man smirks and placed down the glass he was cleaning.

"Well, I am in need of firewood. So, I'll make you a deal. I run this fine bar, free drinks for life if you bring back a hundred pieces of finely cut wood." Drinks may be one thing, but Blake needed money more than an alcohol addiction.

"Listen, pretty boy. I don't want free drinks, two hundred coins for hundred fine cut logs" Blake had made her way over to the bar counter, she leaned on the table area. She could feel the man's fear.

"d-deal" He put his hand out, and Blake shook it.

One thing about blake was that wasn't a caring person, she had no reason to be. She hadn't gotten reputation by kissing some random people's asses her whole life, she got it from beating their asses at everything. Why risk her reputation for someone? It makes no sense truly, then again, she doesn't get the whole, marriage thing either.

Blake exited the village, axe now in hand she slowly entered the woods.