In the small village of Eldridge, nestled between rolling hills and thick forests, lived a young man named Ethan. Orphaned at the tender age of ten, his parents had perished under mysterious circumstances, leaving him with a small plot of land to cultivate. Ethan grew up hearing whispered conversations and hushed tones about his parents' untimely demise, but no one ever told him the full story.

As the years passed, Ethan's land became his sanctuary. He poured his heart and soul into farming, finding solace in the rhythm of planting and harvesting. His crops were his pride, and each year, he hoped for a bountiful yield.

But for the past three years, a strange phenomenon had plagued him. Just as his crops were ready for harvest, a group of falcons would descend upon his fields, taking with them the fruits of his labor. It was as if they knew the precise moment when his crops were ripe. Each time, Ethan would watch in despair as the birds disappeared into the horizon, leaving him with nothing.