User blog:Bearger/The Quest for Love! Chapter 1 : Friends, Family and Farms

I'm not sure how long this will be, or what the MC will get hitched to but I still hope you like part 1 of my story!

"Come on, Robin! Get out and do some exercise or you'll never find a nice girl! I want to see my grandchildren before I'm in a Casket!" my mother screams at me through the wall as I'm looking for my clothes on the floor.

"For Pete's sake, Mum, can you PLEASE STOP?? You never shut up about this!" I whine as I put my clothes on.

"That's because you never DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!!" She howls as I come out of my room. "If you want me to stop bugging, find youreself a girl who'll live with a fat slob who can't wash himslef off properly".

This is the same line I hear every day... She always says something about me being lazy, having terrible stanima or being the stinkiest pig in the village.

Every time I try to think of a good remark, some comeback that sounds cool, but the right words never come to mind and I never say them.

But today, I messed up. "Maybe I will then!" I regreted it as soon as the words exited my mouth. "By the chief God, no sane girl would take YOU!!"

Knowing my mother would keep going unless I said something, I replied with "There's defenitly someone out there who'll like me for me and not my apperance."

"Ha! No one in their right mind would want to know a man who can't even hang his own clothes up!" Finnaly getting fed up, I make a fatal mistake, one that would change my day to day life.

"Oh yeah? I will find a girl, you'll see!" Her face turns into an angry scowl, saying "Is that so? Well you can look but you won't finnd one!"

"Mark my words, the next time I come home my future wife will be with me!" I yelled, anger spewing from every pore."Then don't come back until you do!"

As I hurridly grab my satchel, water-skin and random fruits in the fruit owl, I walk out of the house, with a hysterical woman calling "AND SHE BETTER NOT BE SOME PROSTITUTE!!!"

As soon as I close the gate behind me I hear the front door slam shut with a grunt. And to this day the only thing I regret about that, was not saying something better.

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It's not even 5 minutes before I walk into the outskirts of the village. And about 5 after that, I start to see where the large plots of land.

My home town of Springdenn is a bit like a trade town. Although it isn't a big one, it's still very well know within the state.

Many merchants and handy men live here, but most of the money comes from the farms. This is because Springdenn has the most Mamono populated farms this close to such a village.

And as most people know, Mamono make some of the best items on the market. The most notable around this area, is the wine.

"Hey Robbie! How's it doin'?" A very memorable voice calls out. "Not too good. My mum kicked my out of the house..." As I turn find the origin of the voice, it speaks another familier quote.

"Wanna cup of Ale? It'l make you fell better?" I sigh as I find Marcus, my best friend, trying to hand me a large tavern style cup.

"Why would I have one? You know I don't drink." The reply I'm given is yet again, the same as always. "I thought you might want to gain the favour of the mighty Bacchus . Wait, why were you kicked out?"

"I said I could find a girlfriend and I'm kicked out until I find one". All I hear is Marcus sighing, saying "I knew this would happen some day..."

"Ha ha very funny. Was it just like when you thought the sewers were a secret swimming pool?" I say, thinking he was joking.

"H-Hey! I thought we agreed to not say anything about the 'Incident' ever again! A-Anyway, I was drunk, and...!" The now embarrased Brew-ster started stammering on about differnt things, some that did'nt even envolve the'Incident'.

"Yea sorry, my bad... But I kinda need some help..." I politley asked, hoping I didn't offend my potential savior. "Huh? Oh, yeah, you'd need a place to stay, wont you? I'd love to help, but I'm planning to hire someone to help with the plants and-" "I could do that!"

"Really? Do you think you can handle it? You'd need to help pick all the fruit, discard the crap ones and move a bunch of barrels in the cellar..."

"I'll be fine, you know me! Besides, how would it be to find someone who WON'T drink you're produce in the process? All the towns and villiges around here are filled with Drunkards."

"That's a good point... The interviews would take forever and not many drinkers would be able to handle the stress of not being able to drink..."

After a short minute of consideration, Marcus smiled, looked right into my eyes, and said "You're hired!"