It was day time, deep inside the forest Vivian was in.
Sunlight fell through the tall trees and landed on the ground in broken patches.
The leaves moved gently as a soft wind passed through them.
Birds sat on branches and chirped from time to time.
Somewhere far away, an insect buzzed, and the sound mixed with the quiet of the forest.
A girl around fifteen years old was walking slowly with a small group of sheep.
She stopped now and then, letting them eat the grass and small plants growing near the trees.
She watched them carefully, making sure none of them wandered too far.
Her name was Zara. She lived in a village near the forest.
Her father was a carpenter, and her mother was a housewife. Zara usually liked helping her parents, but today she was not in a good mood.
"Damn it," she muttered softly. "I told mom not to give me these sheep, but she still did."
