Another season came, memories were blown to dust. Replaced by the leaves that was shown by light across the forest. It was peaceful. Birds dancing from tree to tree, the scorching sun that was behind them.

But apart from that, was the sound of tree logging. His axe piercing the trunk in every swing, until it splits in half which then they would use as firewood. The name was Cannes, and they had a log house together in this forest for a long time. With his beautiful wife.

"Darling, I caught dinner!" Cannes, eyes were caught wide open to what he'd witness. 2 boars, 2 boxes of fish, and a rabbit. This was his wife, Jeanne... But more importantly, he wasn't sure how she had managed to do that.

"What's with your face? Have you seen something you shouldn't?"

"Of course! You over hunted again! What would the gods say if the forest becomes barren?"

"Pfft! Nonsense. The forest WONT become barren, unless I tell them to. Besides..."

Jeanne circled her arms on her husband's neck... A sign of seduction exclusive to happily married couples... (Damn, normies.)

"You need lots and lots of...