Tyco is a barn owl who unlike the other owl, a docile Tyto. He has an owner named Tane Avis who loved him. One day, while Tane was taking a walk around the park with Noira, her friend and Tyco on Tane's shoulder, they saw a witch named Anima and Tane got dragged into a fight with the witch to free all animals from around the world that Anima captured to turn them into her master's slaves by Merlinamy's influence. Will Tane succeed in saving all animals Anima captured with the help of a wizard named Merlinamy?

Old Major, a prize-winning boar, gathers the animals of the Manor Farm for a meeting in the big barn. He tells them of a dream he has had in which all animals live together with no human beings to oppress or control them. He tells the animals that they must work toward such a paradise and teaches them a song called “Beasts of England,” in which his dream vision is lyrically described. The animals greet Major’s vision with great enthusiasm. When he dies only three nights after the meeting, three younger pigs—Snowball, Napoleon, and Squealer—formulate his main principles into a philosophy called Animalism. Late one night, the animals manage to defeat the farmer, Mr. Jones, in a battle, running him off the land. They rename the property Animal Farm and dedicate themselves to achieving Major’s dream. The cart-horse Boxer devotes himself to the cause with particular zeal, committing his great strength to the prosperity of the farm and adopting as a personal maxim the affirmation “I will work harder.”

Old Major, a prize-winning boar, gathers the animals of the Manor Farm for a meeting in the big barn. He tells them of a dream he has had in which all animals live together with no human beings to oppress or control them. He tells the animals that they must work toward such a paradise and teaches them a song called “Beasts of England,” in which his dream vision is lyrically described. The animals greet Major’s vision with great enthusiasm. When he dies only three nights after the meeting, three younger pigs—Snowball, Napoleon, and Squealer—formulate his main principles into a philosophy called Animalism. Late one night, the animals manage to defeat the farmer, Mr. Jones, in a battle, running him off the land. They rename the property Animal Farm and dedicate themselves to achieving Major’s dream. The cart-horse Boxer devotes himself to the cause with particular zeal, committing his great strength to the prosperity of the farm and adopting as a personal maxim the affirmation “I will work harder.”

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This is a repost of: Animal Farm, which is a satirical allegorical novella. Written by George Orwell. The book tells the story of a group of farm animals who rebel against their human farmer, hoping to create a society where the animals can be equal, free, and happy. Ultimately, the rebellion is betrayed, and the farm ends up in a state as bad as it was before, under the dictatorship of a pig named Napoleon. I don't own any rights to the novel, translation, and cover photo. Nor I do make any money of this translation. Credits to the real author.


I'm not an expert on sex and relationships. If it has nothing to do with engineering or math, I probably know nothing about it. But my instincts are telling me that I'm no longer doing the big nasty with Jarrod.
Our big nasty sex has evolved to serious relationship sex. Not that I know about serious relationships. But I feel different. Jarrod looks at me differently. And after a world record amount of orgasms, our super long cuddling sessions spell one thing.
Not that I'm going to spell it. But it has four letters. And it begins with an L.
It's one thing in my mind to marry a billionaire stranger because I'm having a nervous breakdown, an identity crisis, and my life is getting worked out in luxury along with great sex. But it's a whole different thing to marry a man who I'm having feelings for. The kind of feelings that go with a four-letter word.
We turn down a dirt road. The Mercedes rolls over rocks and kicks up dust. My father's goat barn and pigsty are up, just ahead.
"Don't ask if someone lives here," I order Jarrod. "My father lives here. It will be hard for you to accept it. But he has decided to live a certain kind of life that requires eccentric behavior."
Jarrod turns his head toward me and raises an eyebrow. "What kind of eccentric are you talking about? Reciting limericks kind of eccentric? Or sleeping with animals eccentric?"
"Sleeping with animals. But nothing inappropriate."
"Of course not."
Jarrod parks the car near the pigsty and I lead him toward the goat barn. Three goats run out of it, heading straight for Jarrod. They chew on his suit jacket, and he tries to push them away.
"Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria, where are you going? We must continue our studies on Russian literature." My father peeks his head out of the barn and looks around. It takes a minute for him to recognize me.
"Marie, is that you?" he asks.
"Yes, Father. I've come for a visit to introduce you to a friend."
"A friend? Interesting. I don't see the purpose in that, but perhaps you're doing some kind of experiment or study?"
"Something like that, sir," Jarrod says, offering his hand to shake.
My father looks down at Jarrod's hand as if it's a strange creature. "Interesting," my father repeats.
"Father, invite us in so that we can sit and talk."
"Indeed. Indeed. Come in and sit. You can see my advances in communication with barn animals."
We follow him inside. "Communication with barn animals?" Jarrod mouths to me. The inside is filthy, just like one would assume a goat barn would look like.
"I'm making great strides in my research, Marie," my father says, sitting on a stool. I sit on a broken crate, and Jarrod remains standing.
"That's wonderful, father."
"And you? How's your fluid dynamics going?"
I swallow. I don't want to lie to my father. I've never lied to him before. But I'm ashamed that my Ph.D. was declined, and that I've been kicked out of the scientific world in disgrace.
"Oh, you know," I say.
My father nods, vigorously. "Yes, I do," he says, as if we just had a long conversation about my research.
"Mr. Foster," Jarrod says, leaning down to face my father and speaking in his yummy, deep chocolate cake voice. "I've come here today to ask you for permission for your daughter's hand in marriage."
I face-palm, slapping myself, loudly. "Are you kidding?" I ask Jarrod. "My father won't understand that. Nobody would understand that. That's archaic. Just because he lives in a goat barn, doesn't mean he thinks I'm a goat to be traded off to some man. You don't need his permission. You only need my permission. What's wrong with you? I'm not a commodity, you know. Even though I pick up men in bars and do tequila shots and have sex with strangers and have no prospects for employment or prospects to make an impact on the planet doesn't mean you can treat me like I'm not even human."
I slap my leg and jump up, stomping my foot on the dirt floor. I harrumph, loudly and storm out of the goat barn.
I march around my father's property. I'm so angry that I could spit. What was I thinking, agreeing to marry a man I didn't know? We're from two different worlds. Jarrod comes from a family that makes the one percent look downright poor, and I come from a family of one, who studies communication with barn animals, and wouldn't know a 401(k) from Special K.
I make it around the property once and by the time I get back to the pigsty, I've decided that I'm not going to have a nervous breakdown any longer. I'm going to clear my name in the scientific world all on my own without a man, without a ring, and without a home. Worst-case scenario, I'll move in with my father. I've nothing against goats except for the smell, and I'm sure a little Febreze will clear that right up.
With my mind made up, I step calmly back into the goat barn. I'm surprised to find Jarrod and my father laughing together.
"And the software developer shouted, kowabunga, and jumped into the barrel of optic fiber, and we had to throw out the entire batch," Jarrod announces, joyfully.
My father erupts in laughter, as if this is the funniest thing he's ever heard. When his laughter finally dies down, he pats Jarrod on the back. "You're a good man, Jarrod. You're devoted to your science, and I respect that. Normally CEOs are all about the dollar sign, but I can tell you're about the science."
"It's true. I am."
"And you'll love my daughter?"
"I think I will. Yes, I think I will."
A feather could knock me down. I'm speechless. I don't know what to think. I'm disoriented, confused, and I have a strong desire to jump on Jarrod, wrap my legs around him, and swallow his tongue. But I hold myself back. I try to remain calm.
My father notices me and wags his finger at me. "You made a good choice," he tells me. "He likes goats, too."



The Five Wishes Series: Novellas about wishes that go terribly wrong…fortunately. Five Wishes...A happy ending is just a coin toss away. Each novella is approximately 100 pages with NO cliffhanger.
 
Book 1: Going Down:
Marion MacAlister wants to nail her audition, not get nailed. Truly. Honestly. All right...maybe she does want to get nailed, but that's just because her hottie landlord and local diner owner Mack Ryan is confusing her. Can friends become lovers? Especially friends who might not even be friends in the first place? 

Book 2: Man Candy:
Raine Harper is in love with Wade Gates. But Wade likes women who are model thin, and Raine is model thin plus a whole lot of pounds. Desperate to make him love her, she trains just a little too hard and passes out in the arms of superstar movie star Dirk Adams. Dirk thinks Raine’s junk in the trunk is perfect and proposes to make Wade jealous by becoming her pretend boyfriend. Pretend soon seems very real. Is Dirk a great actor, or is something really developing between Raine and the movie star? 


Song Tian claimed his rewards after making sure Song Li already led all the cows to the pasture.

In the pasture, laying on the back of the cow, Xiao Yu surprised to feel the barn's aura suddenly changed out of nowhere, but after seeing so many unusual things around Song Tian, she didn't make a big deal out of it.

Song Tian looked at the inside of his barn, which completely changed.

When he stepped inside, he notices the flooring for the animals to walks already changed, it looks like concrete, but it didn't feel like it.

Song Tian saw the animal's station and didn't see the bedding anymore, there's only a white floor, he walked toward the station and touched the surface of it, "Wow, it's really soft," he exclaimed as he pokes it.

Song Tian looked around, and the feeding trough had the same materials as the one on the chicken coop, "Xiao Yi, tell me the function of this barn and why is there no holes on the floor for the manures?" he said.

Song Yi answered, "Master, the floor itself will make a small void hole to collect the manures around the barn automatically and dump it to the built-in Manure Storage outside," she said.

Song Yi continued, "As for the function of the integrated barn, I already make a simplified note of it. It'll be long if I were to explain it directly," she said as the scrolls appeared in front of Song Tian.

[Integrated Barn]

- Doubles the production of the animals inside the barn, now Holstein can produce 60 liters of milk.

- The Integrated Barn will clean and collect manures gathered by the animals automatically to the built-in Manure Storage.

- There's a new item in my shop for collecting manures on the pasture.

- All the barn materials already changed to maximize the comfort and safety of the animals to live in.

- Master can assign each animal to their own station, and it'll automatically prevent the other animals from entering the assigned station.

- The animals won't breed outside of the breeding room.

- Water automatically supplied to the feeding trough, except for the fodders.

- The animals will have the ability to automatically goes to the pasture area once they've become a friend with you.

Song Tian surprised, "Oy, since when did you have a new item in your shop? It's not included by the rewards," he said.

Song Yi giggled, "I need some money for my game subscription, that's why I decided to look for some items for you, master," she said.

Song Tian smiled bitterly, he went to the pasture and saw the cats are sleeping on the bench, he decided not to disturb them.

Song Tian looked at the cow and trying to see the stats.

[Cow]

- Name: Cow 1.

- Breed: Holstein.

- Status: Healthy.

- Friendship: None.

- Foods: Yes.

- Milk: Yes (The effect of double production will start tomorrow).

- Increase Friendship Requirement: Feed it with something fresh.

Song Tian eyes lit up, "Something fresh again? It must be their favorite treats," he thought as he also saw the same requirement in the past for his chickens and Robert Berg already told him the cows like to eat an apple.

Song Tian went to the warehouse to get some apples and surprised to see he only had 100 apples left, he took out his phone and saw the apple sold really quickly on his shop.

He didn't expect the red and green apples almost sold out and it's not even one week yet since he harvests the fruits.

After pondering for a moment, Song Tian went to the fridge to get some red apples, which he already harvested from the trees on his backyard. 

Since his sisters can't eat all the apples, he decided that he will use some of them for his cows.

After slicing the apples, Song Tian went to the pasture and saw Song Li and Xiao Yu already wake up from their naps, he took an apple, and the cows and bulls immediately went toward Song Tian.

Looking at the cows and bulls happily eating the apples, Song Tian smiled, "Good, keep eating," he said and looked at Song Li.

"Xiao Li, did the cows also like the green apples?" he asked.

Song Li shook his furry head, "No, they didn't like the green apple. They prefer the sweet apple," he said.

Song Li continued, "Don't forget to milk the remaining 5 liters from the cow in the evening," he said.

Song Tian laughed, "Yeah, I will. I'm going to get some fish for you and Xiao Yu," he said as he went to the cabin.

Several moments later, Song Tian went to prepare to milk his cow. 

On his way, he saw Zhao Kai looking at the cows from outside of the pasture.

Song Tian smiled, "Xiao Kai, do you want to take a closer look at the cows?" he said as he patted Zhao Kai's head.

Zhao Kai eyes lit up, "Can I?" he said.

Song Tian laughed, "Of course, follow me," he said as he went to the pasture with Zhao Kai.

Zhao Kai happily running around the pasture and he patted the cows and bulls while at it.

Song Tian smiled looking at Zhao Kai played with the cows, " Xiao Li, is it okay to let him play like that? Won't the cows get mad?" he asked.

Song Li looked at the kid playing with the cows without fears, "Don't worry, the cows really like that kid," he said.

Song Tian relieved to hear that, and several moments later, Song Li led the cow and her calf to the barn for milking and let Zhao Kai plays with the bulls.

After finishes milking, Song Tian saw Zhao Tao with his police uniform outside of the barn smiled apologetically at him.

"Xiao Tian, I'm sorry for troubling you," he said.

Liu Jingyi told him that ever since Zhao Kai saw Song Tian brought a cow to his farm, he begged Liu Jingyi to let him out to play on the farm.

Song Tian laughed, "Don't worry about that, even the cows like him," he said as he led Zhao Tao to the pasture.

Zhao Tao looking at his son happily riding the bull, "Won't the bull get mad?" he asked.

Song Tian smiled, "Don't worry, they won't," he said.

Zhao Tao relieved to hear that, he looked at Song Tian, "Xiao Tian, why don't you consider to join the officer or military?" he asked.

Song Tian surprised by the question, he shook his head, "I don't really have interest in that field," he said.

Zhao Tao sighed, "Too bad, it would be a great asset if you were to join us," he said as the young man in front of him had the potential just by his body built alone.

Zhao Tao continued, "There will be an open course military training next week, it's being held by the government. If you had time, take a look to see if you're interested in it," he said.

Song Tian asked, "Are you going to participate in that event?" he said.

Zhao Tao nodded, "Yes, my team are going to participate in the training," he said.

Song Tian smiled, "Alright, I'll try to look at it if I had the time," he said.

After talking for a while, Zhao Tao and Zhao Kai already left, and Song Tian went to check the Milk Storage in the warehouse.

Looking at the massive fridge in front of him, Song Tian couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this too similar with the Egg Storage?" he said as the Milk Storage outer appearance really similar with the Egg Storage, only it was two times bigger.

Song Yi answered, "Master, I set the appearance similar to the egg storage, so it'll be flushed once it's placed next to each other," she said.

Song Tian nodded, he opened the fridge and saw a lot of empty bottles, he took one bottle and went to get the bucket of milk he stored.

Just as he was about to step outside of the warehouse, Song Yi's voice could be heard.

"Master, you don't have to fill the milk to the bottle directly," she said.

Song Tian furrowed his brows, "Then how do I store the milk?" he said.

Song Yi giggled, "Did you not see the funnel-like shape at the top of the Milk Storage? You only need to pour all the milk inside it," she said.

Song Yi continued, "All the milk will be cleaned and it will automatically filled the empty bottles," she said.

Song Tian eyes lit up, "Automatically? Damn. What if the bottles are running out?" he asked.

Song Yi answered, "Nah, the Milk Storage gave unlimited supply for it, so you don't have to worry about such trivial stuff, master," she said.

Song Tian laughed, he can feel the strong plot-armor once again, he even thought the god of luck might owe him something in his past life.

After having dinner with his sisters, Song Tian immediately opened the [Building Interface] to see the new stuff in it.

This novel is on hiatus!

Song Tian just graduated from high school, and his dream is to become a farmer.

Although his wealthy parents already had an inheritance prepared for him, he didn't take it and starting to look for an empty land to start his farm.
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WARNING: NO HAREM! This slow-paced novel is all about Song Tian's farm, his daily life, and his interaction with other peoples. If you expect some actions in this story, you'll be disappointed.

This is my first story, and English isn't my first language.

Release Rate: 2 or 3 chapters/week.

Novel Tags: Slice of Life, System, Farm, Outer Space, Fantasy, and 0.5% Action/Martial Art.

Virtual Editor: Grammarly.

Book cover by me.

Any constructive criticism is very much appreciated.

Thanks for reading :D

What a strange morning, father didn't holler at me to get my lazy ass out to shit shoveling duties and mom didn't come in to tell me I was supposed to go any where special in the village today.
Getting dressed there seemed to be a peace all over the house, I couldn't wait to see why. Coming down the stair I quickly could tell why, father was still passed out in the living room from his drinks the night before. He must have gotten pretty drunk if mom had not even wanted to disturb him to move.
Mom, herself was already hard at work this morning. She was right in the middle of making breakfast for everyone, the babies and my father. If breakfast for the animals had not already been done by the time he woke up then we would be in for a rude awakening and if his breakfast was not ready it would be ten times worse.
"Morning, Momma" I whispered to her coming into the kitchen. Giving her a quick squeeze and a kiss on the cheek, grabbed a bowl of porridge that was already poured out and leaned up against the cabinet. Looking back at Momma I asked trying to stay as quiet as possible "How much did he have last night? Do you think he is going to be out like on the floor for much longer?"
Mom looked up from the eggs she was cooking for his breakfast and said glaring at me "He had enough and who knows how long he'll be out like that I'm hoping the smells of the food will wake him up, and I don't have too."                                                                                                                "Okay, what has and hasn't been started out back? While you get him moving, I'll start the chores so he isn't so mean today." I quickly asked between bites of my porridge.
My eyes couldn't believe what happened next, Mom put down her spatula took a ribbon from off the counter and pulled her hair back, the way she moved, smiled and shifter her body, I hadn't seen that since I was a little kid, something was shifting today and I couldn't quite figure it out yet.           "Okay Birg, I've got all the babies in the house taken care of, I put them in their play area to be quiet for a while. If you would go out and make sure all the adult Rochs, Griffins, and horses are taken care of. Once your father gets up he'll eat, change and I want him to come out to you shoveling stalls not feeding and all that you hear me?" Mom looked at me with a stern face as she finished her train of thought. "You bet mom I'll head out now good luck with the drunk." Chuckling, I put my bowl down thanked mom for breakfast and headed out.
Walking outside the pure beauty of the day hit me, the sun was up higher and brighter in the sky, the clouds were whiter and fluffier if that was even possible and the grass from our fields just looked a hell of a lot greener, maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all. Crossing our open yard I headed for the bar that held the creatures, they were probably getting really angry since it was later in the day for them to be eating their breakfast, but eat they still had to. 
Pushing open the barn door, the smell of un-shoveled stalls hit me and almost knocked me back. I pushed open the door all the way to get a better drafter going through, walking to the back of the barn I pushed open that door, to let some more fresh air in. I always hated that father refused to much the stalls and would just let them stand around in their own mess, if this was mine I would never let the animals live this way. We only had 3 adult Rochs and 4 adult Griffins and we'd had all of them since birth, so they weren't spooked to see me moving so quickly through the barn. We'd never had such few creatures on the property, we worked more and more with horse these days since my matching ceremony.
People in the village after my ceremony were confused they had been told for years by the elders that to keep the peace with dragons and creatures, we had to bond with dragons and with that my ancestors decided to breed and train the different creatures. We would buy and sell them for social reasons, both glamorous and for tournaments. Tournaments slowly fell out of favor due to the deaths, human and creature alike, it caused. So people kept creatures as pets and my family prospered, we had the best of everything, there was such a want and demand for them that the Turgot family also prospered and our families lived in harmony until my father and Sassa's father were born, now our families hated each other.
Thinking about these things was always so hard, father blamed Eindride and I for the down fall of our family, back to work though. Going around to each stall I said "Good Morning and I'm sorry" to each of the creatures, while feeding each of the them a bucket of grain. they nodded their heads in thanks and went to eating. 
I hurried over to the horse barn, while the creatures ate, opening the barn doors and the one window we had, as quickly as possible, the smell was awful. I took way longer in the creature barn than I had meant to. Finishing feeding the horses their breakfast, I went back to the creature barn, letting them out and fed them each a raw chunk of meat for a treat from the gut bucket, as I put them out to their training area for the day. I went through each of the stalls mucking them or shit shoveling as my father called it, laid out new straw to keep everything dry, the last stall we kept empty it was Eindride's, he never slept in it. He got to big over the years and couldn't stand being confined into it and under fathers rules. because of that him and father had gone toe to toe about it a few times but Eindride always would win considering his larger size; it was the only time I ever saw father back down from anything, so he slept under my window in the courtyard.
Now that the creature barn was finished being cleaned out probably for the first time in days, I headed to the horse barn which always seemed to be worse, they just pooped everywhere, without a care really; creatures were just such smarter and cleaner animals.
Around the time I had let the horses out to the field to graze, I could hear father and his part time trainer out side working with the creatures in the training enclosure. This was always my favorite thing to watch, they were such graceful creatures, and all the things that my father was he knew how to train a Roch or a Griffin, it was like looking at a whole other person, like he wasn't even my father.
Peeking out between mucking the horse stalls, I had stopped to watch, at that moment the Roch my father was working with was one of our young ones and he was freaking out while father was trying to get him in a bridle; the piece that would help to rein him in, and out of no where the Roch stepped back, unfolded his already massive wings and with his talons uncurled, kicked my father across the enclosure, knocking my father against the bars and slumping over on the ground.
The other trainer ran over to him, which spooked the Roch even further creating a massive panic between the other creatures, with my father passed out and the trainer stranded and alone in the enclosure, made the whole situation worse. Watching all of this unfold, I dropped the shovel I was holding and started running towards them, sensing something was wrong with the other creatures Eindride started coming over right as I got there. I hopped the fence jumping straight into the thick of it. Helping the trainer we got my father out, and he stayed to look him over and I went back in to the enclosure to see what I could do about the animals.
Immediately, after walking back in the animals could feel the shift in the air, something I didn't know about until later when Eindride and I were recounting the story. I walked right up to the Roch that had kicked my father, making him pull back opening his wings in defense. Bowing to him I raised my hands to let him know I meant no harm to him or any one else, and starting speaking very clearly for him to understand me, even though he probably couldn't but sometimes talking about what is going on relaxes everyone involved.
"Sorry about all that with my father, the bridle he was trying to put on you was so that he could lead you through the exercises better. He usually takes it off after the first couple times around to let you do it on your own, was there something wrong with that, that I could fix for you?"
The Roch stepped back looked at me, looked at Eindride, tilted his head like I had never seen them do before, he stopped, folded his wings back into place very delicately and very clearly like I was speaking to Eindride said "Did I just hear you speak human?"

Birger had a legend following him his whole life and just as things seem like they are going to keep spiraling down to nothing, and mean nothing in his life. Everything changes, more than he ever anticipated it would, maybe he really could be the boy in the legend of Aumont.

Sassa was a sweet girl locked away by her overbearing father, would she finally be able to break from his control and be a strong woman and make things right in her life or would she be exactly what her father had expected her to be, nothing.



It didn't take Ezekiel long to lead Brandon down to the farm. And the scenery wasn't much more the Brandon had expected to see. Three large white fences grounded in the shapes of squares sat in front of a relatively pristine looking farm that was painted bright red and white like pepper cane. 

Brandon took all of that in as they grew closer, only realizing once Ezekiel had led him to the front of the barn, that the entire farm was actually quite large. Nearly more than a few acres across and a good three fields wide, with all of the fences b giant vats of mud with bits of yellowed grass packed into it. Brandon quickly guessed that the yellow grass was hay that had been trampled beneath the farm animal's feet. 

But if he had expected to see any of these animals in person he didn't get the chance. The entirety of the farm seemed devoid of life at the moment of Ezekiels arrival. 

Confused Brandon turned and questioned him about the missing animals. 

"Why aren't there any animals here?" Ezekiel chuckled glanced at him and smiled. "I'm sorry I forgot that you're new to the village. " He began turning his blue eyes out towards the open. "All of the pigs have actually been moved out to the western village for the winter, but seeing as the spring is right around the corner the farmers will be relocating the pigs back this way later in the week to give the farm land in the west a few months to recuperate and grow fresh fields for the next turn of the season." 

"Ah..." Brandon expressed his understanding, then he asked. "So you do this every year, like clockwork?" 

"Yup..." Ezekiel replied. Then motioning for Brandon to follow him as he turned, and walked towards a large metallic rectangular door built on the side of the Barn house. Brandon watched Ezekiel lean down, grab a thin chain and then jerk that chain up, so that the door began to lift up into the top of the wall, disappearing like a curtain rolling up to let in the sun. 

Ezekiel steeped into the barn and Brandon trailed a few steps behind him, letting his eyes grow accustomed to the interior of the building. And once they had adjusted to the dimness Brandon took a quick glance about the Barn house. 

He took in the simple plank steps built into the far wall that lead a narrow path up to a thick upper floor, where the stacks of dozens of bundles of hay could be seen, just waiting to be lugged about. Next Brandon looked about the bottom floor of the Barn, where he spotted at least twenty short stalls, all empty, but clean and all the size that would fit a group of pigs. 

Then dotted all around the interior of the barn house were large, and sturdy wooden beans, some with hooks and harness holders hammered into them; While far too the back of the barn Brandon spotted an empty space, where a large drain sat in the wood and jutting out of the walls in the empty space were three old fashioned shower heads, attached to three levers. 

The pipes were spread out by a few feet and all of the nozzles were pointed down in the imitation of a shower. Brandon looked at the pipes and guessed that the nozzles were used to pour water and possible to bathe the farm animals. 

Suddenly Ezekiel spoke, pulling Brandon out of his own mind. "So... This is how we can do this..."Ezekiel said, standing across the room, and looking down at a pile of tools laid out on a table next to the wall. And it wasn't until that moment that Brandon realized that the Shifter had pulled out the tools out of a small room behind the steps. Brandon walked his way as he continued to speak. 

"I need to get all of the fresh hay that I can, out there and spread it out in the fenced areas." Ezekiel began, turning towards Brandon slightly as he sensed him getting closer Ezekiel turned form the table, and leaned his hip on the table as he spoke, his blue eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. "Then I'll be filling all of the slop troughs and spreading some dried seeds out into the fields...." 

"Wait..." Brandon said cutting in. "Slop and hay?" HE asked the Shifter feeling a little lost about what Ezekiel was really doing at the Farm. "Isn't this a job for a farmer? I thought you were some kind of big shot law enforcer or something..." Brandon told him, walking up to the table and running his hand across the handle of a shovel. "You Guardians just go around dealing with farm animals all day...What's that about? Shouldn't you be out there fighting crime?" 

"I do fight crime...but sometimes there is more to be done and as a Guardian I'm more than just a source of authority. I'm a pillar in my Clan, a source of strength, actually all of the Guardians are meant to represent that." Ezekiel shrugged. "I guess sometimes I am just a big shot law enforcer, but that's only a fraction of my duties in the Clan." 

"Hmm, so all of your brothers are out in the villages....doing farm work....because they are pillars of the Clan?" Brandon asked him not getting the connection between a Shifter cop and a Shifter farm hand. But Ezekiel smirked and replied. 

"A more mortal way to look at it would be if I said this..." Ezekiel told him. "My father is the head of our Clan like a King or a President. And the Guardians that work for him are like a kings Generals or a President's advisors. We are more than simple farm hands or the law....we are our fathers arms, we reach out, we give ourselves to our Clans men, and they use us to make life easier and our Dad uses us to keep everyone safe. It's all that a Guardian needs to do. Me and all of my brothers." Ezekiel finished sharing his gaze with Brandon for a moment. 

"Wow...You...." Brandon began then stopped, pulling back his hand from the shovel and looking at the Shifter directly. 

Secretly Brandon was more than a little impressed and intimidated, by what he had just heard. He hadn't really understood the extent of Ezekiel's family's influence in their Clan, but now Brandon was beginning to see that he was spending his days in the presence of some of the most important men and women in the Leopards Clan. Men that he had attacked....multiple times....and women that had healed him out of sheer kindness. 

But... 

Brandon didn't let himself feel to overwhelmed. Besides he didn't think it would do for him to suddenly start bowing and scrapping and acting nervous, so he smirked at Ezekiel and finished his earlier thought. "...You really are the prince of the Leopards." 

And Ezekiel just laughed. 

"Yeah well, call me whatever you want to Brandon...." Ezekiel sighed after his laughter subsided a few moments later. "But I've seriously got to get started on this stuff....or I'll never be finished." Ezekiel steeped away from the table and began walking over to the stir case leading up to the second floor. As he walked he motioned about him. "You can take a walk around the farm if you like, this should only take me a few hours and then well..." He said still walking off, but Brandon interrupted him. 

"No..." Brandon said and shook his head. And at his objection Ezekiel stopped to give him a considering look. 

"What....you want to do something else?" Ezekiel asked him and Brandon nodded. But Ezekiel sighed and shook his head. "You can't be over taxing your body right now Brandon....You should take a seat out in the sun and get a little more rest." Ezekiel tried to command him. 

But Brandon didn't exactly want to sit around. "Actually..." He told Ezekiel. "I can I help you spread the hay or something....I didn't exactly come out here to twiddle my thumbs...." 

Brandon shrugged. "I could have stayed in the bed if that were the case. And I'd rather work out my muscles, just so I don't get too stiff while my stiches close up. " 

Looking like he wanted to protest Ezekiel finally did a shrug of his own. "Alright....if you really feel up to it, I'll let you help." He said, then he hissed. "Just take it easy, no heavy lifting for you." 

"Sure, Sure." Brandon shrugged, not really planning to listen. 

"Alright.... Follow me." Ezekiel told him, starting to walk towards the stair case leading to the second floor, once more. Brandon ran to catch up, and as Ezekiel walked he talked over his shoulder. 

"There are buckets hanging on the back floor that were going to need to transport down here. Theirs a tub full of pig food round the side of the Barn. Well gather that and well pour the slop into the troughs spread out in the field." 

Ezekiel said, raising his voice as his and Brandon's boots hammered the planks of the stair case. "Afterwards, if you're still feeling okay, I'll let you grab a shovel so you can bust up the hay bales for me...." 

After that the work began. 

First the troughs were to be filled with slop and the buckets were to be transported and poured into the troughs. And for the most part Brandon found the job to be agreeable...aside from the ripe odor of pig slop that assaulted his and Ezekiel's noses. Brandon wanted to ask where the slop came from, but soon decided that he didn't care much for the answer. 

The oily, runny, slop seemed composed of nothing but composted vegetables and old fruit and stink. The odor of it nearly stealing Brandon's breath at every deep whiff. But Brandon did his best to move at a steady pace and lift as much pig slop as he could stomach to smell....but more often than not he found himself struggling with some of the burdens that he forced himself to undertake. Every stumble that he suffered, and every aching muscle only further outlined to him how sorry his condition had really become. 

Still he kept on, hoping that this labor would be his first steps back to the healthy person he had been before the wounds had been inflicted on him. 

Soon enough all of the troughs were filled to the brim with fresh slop and with a vigorous look on his face Ezekiel called Brandon to him. 

And as Brandon drew close he couldn't help but notice that the Shifter looked completely unfazed by the work and labor that Brandon had struggled through. 

And once Brandon reached him Ezekiel smirked and gestured towards the barn. "All right...were done with the slop and troughs. Are you ready to start busting open the hay bales?" Ezekiel asked him softly. The smirk on his face gave Brandon a notion that the Shifter was possibly poking fun at him mentally, but for the most part Ezekiel just waited for Brandon to reply. 

With panting that he hoped was mostly subdued Brandon took a moment to swallow and looked the Shifter up and down, feeling a slight pinch of envy overcome him. Because unlike Brandon Ezekiel looked as clean...and handsome as he had that morning outside of the mansion. 

This guy looks as cool as a Popsicle...Do Shifters even sweat...? 

Brandon found himself thinking, stuck in a moment of absurdity that he couldn't quite break away from. 

I know they sweat...If its alive it sweats....and I bet when they do sweat, they look just as hot and unhappy and pathetic as I must look right now...! 

"Brandon?" Ezekiel asked catching his eyes. "Did you hear me?" 

Shaking himself Brandon looked away. "Yeah I'm ready...Let's do it." Brandon told him and ignoring the way that Ezekiel seemed to smile deeper and shake his head. He walked past him to go and gather a shovel from the Barn, while Ezekiel trailed behind him, to pick up the first bale of hay.

Their meeting will be the first dominoes in an epic saga that branches through not only time, but blood as well. Broken Bonds will come too light. A new Bond will form in the stillness of the night. And trapped beneath the cogs of fate will be Brandon and Ezekiel. Two beings that were never supposed to meet.

Brandon is lost in misery....running from shadows.

Ezekiel is intrigued by Brandon's darkness...and his sorrowful beauty....but are they destined to be? Will the shadows at Brandon's heels become real and tear them apart before they ever get the chance to try?

BOOK ONE PART ONE- THE MEETING

It didn't take Ezekiel long to lead Brandon down to the farm. And the scenery wasn't much more the Brandon had expected to see. Three large white fences grounded in the shapes of squares sat in front of a relatively pristine looking farm that was painted bright red and white like pepper cane.
Brandon took all of that in as they grew closer, only realizing once Ezekiel had led him to the front of the barn, that the entire farm was actually quite large. Nearly more than a few acres across and a good three fields wide, with all of the fences b giant vats of mud with bits of yellowed grass packed into it. Brandon quickly guessed that the yellow grass was hay that had been trampled beneath the farm animal's feet.
But if he had expected to see any of these animals in person he didn't get the chance. The entirety of the farm seemed devoid of life at the moment of Ezekiels arrival.
Confused Brandon turned and questioned him about the missing animals.
"Why aren't there any animals here?" Ezekiel chuckled glanced at him and smiled. "I'm sorry I forgot that you're new to the village. " He began turning his blue eyes out towards the open. "All of the pigs have actually been moved out to the western village for the winter, but seeing as the spring is right around the corner the farmers will be relocating the pigs back this way later in the week to give the farm land in the west a few months to recuperate and grow fresh fields for the next turn of the season."
"Ah..." Brandon expressed his understanding, then he asked. "So you do this every year, like clockwork?"
"Yup..." Ezekiel replied. Then motioning for Brandon to follow him as he turned, and walked towards a large metallic rectangular door built on the side of the Barn house. Brandon watched Ezekiel lean down, grab a thin chain and then jerk that chain up, so that the door began to lift up into the top of the wall, disappearing like a curtain rolling up to let in the sun.
Ezekiel steeped into the barn and Brandon trailed a few steps behind him, letting his eyes grow accustomed to the interior of the building. And once they had adjusted to the dimness Brandon took a quick glance about the Barn house.
He took in the simple plank steps built into the far wall that lead a narrow path up to a thick upper floor, where the stacks of dozens of bundles of hay could be seen, just waiting to be lugged about. Next Brandon looked about the bottom floor of the Barn, where he spotted at least twenty short stalls, all empty, but clean and all the size that would fit a group of pigs.
Then dotted all around the interior of the barn house were large, and sturdy wooden beans, some with hooks and harness holders hammered into them; While far too the back of the barn Brandon spotted an empty space, where a large drain sat in the wood and jutting out of the walls in the empty space were three old fashioned shower heads, attached to three levers.
The pipes were spread out by a few feet and all of the nozzles were pointed down in the imitation of a shower. Brandon looked at the pipes and guessed that the nozzles were used to pour water and possible to bathe the farm animals.
Suddenly Ezekiel spoke, pulling Brandon out of his own mind. "So... This is how we can do this..."Ezekiel said, standing across the room, and looking down at a pile of tools laid out on a table next to the wall. And it wasn't until that moment that Brandon realized that the Shifter had pulled out the tools out of a small room behind the steps. Brandon walked his way as he continued to speak.

"I need to get all of the fresh hay that I can, out there and spread it out in the fenced areas." Ezekiel began, turning towards Brandon slightly as he sensed him getting closer Ezekiel turned form the table, and leaned his hip on the table as he spoke, his blue eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. "Then I'll be filling all of the slop troughs and spreading some dried seeds out into the fields...."
"Wait..." Brandon said cutting in. "Slop and hay?" HE asked the Shifter feeling a little lost about what Ezekiel was really doing at the Farm. "Isn't this a job for a farmer? I thought you were some kind of big shot law enforcer or something..." Brandon told him, walking up to the table and running his hand across the handle of a shovel. "You Guardians just go around dealing with farm animals all day...What's that about? Shouldn't you be out there fighting crime?"
"I do fight crime...but sometimes there is more to be done and as a Guardian I'm more than just a source of authority. I'm a pillar in my Clan, a source of strength, actually all of the Guardians are meant to represent that." Ezekiel shrugged. "I guess sometimes I am just a big shot law enforcer, but that's only a fraction of my duties in the Clan."
"Hmm, so all of your brothers are out in the villages....doing farm work....because they are pillars of the Clan?" Brandon asked him not getting the connection between a Shifter cop and a Shifter farm hand. But Ezekiel smirked and replied.
"A more mortal way to look at it would be if I said this..." Ezekiel told him. "My father is the head of our Clan like a King or a President. And the Guardians that work for him are like a kings Generals or a President's advisors. We are more than simple farm hands or the law....we are our fathers arms, we reach out, we give ourselves to our Clans men, and they use us to make life easier and our Dad uses us to keep everyone safe. It's all that a Guardian needs to do. Me and all of my brothers." Ezekiel finished sharing his gaze with Brandon for a moment.
"Wow...You...." Brandon began then stopped, pulling back his hand from the shovel and looking at the Shifter directly.
Secretly Brandon was more than a little impressed and intimidated, by what he had just heard. He hadn't really understood the extent of Ezekiel's family's influence in their Clan, but now Brandon was beginning to see that he was spending his days in the presence of some of the most important men and women in the Leopards Clan. Men that he had attacked....multiple times....and women that had healed him out of sheer kindness.
But...
Brandon didn't let himself feel to overwhelmd. Besides he didn't think it would do for him to suddenly start bowing and scrapping and acting nervous, so he smirked at Ezekiel and finished his earlier thought. "...You really are the prince of the Leopards."
And Ezekiel just laughed.
"Yeah well, call me whatever you want to Brandon...." Ezekiel sighed after his laughter subsided a few moments later. "But I've seriously got to get started on this stuff....or I'll never be finished." Ezekiel steeped away from the table and began walking over to the stir case leading up to the second floor. As he walked he motioned about him. "You can take a walk around the farm if you like, this should only take me a few hours and then well..." He said still walking off, but Brandon interrupted him.
"No..." Brandon said and shook his head. And at his objection Ezekiel stopped to give him a considering look.
"What....you want to do something else?" Ezekiel asked him and Brandon nodded. But Ezekiel sighed and shook his head. "You can't be over taxing your body right now Brandon....You should take a seat out in the sun and get a little more rest." Ezekiel tried to command him.
But Brandon didn't exactly want to sit around. "Actually..." He told Ezekiel. "I can I help you spread the hay or something....I didn't exactly come out here to twiddle my thumbs...."
Brandon shrugged. "I could have stayed in the bed if that were the case. And I'd rather work out my muscles, just so I don't get too stiff while my stiches close up. "
Looking like he wanted to protest Ezekiel finally did a shrug of his own. "Alright....if you really feel up to it, I'll let you help." He said, then he hissed. "Just take it easy, no heavy lifting for you."
"Sure, Sure." Brandon shrugged, not really planning to listen.
"Alright.... Follow me." Ezekiel told him, starting to walk towards the stair case leading to the second floor, once more. Brandon ran to catch up, and as Ezekiel walked he talked over his shoulder.
"There are buckets hanging on the back floor that were going to need to transport down here. Theirs a tub full of pig food round the side of the Barn. Well gather that and well pour the slop into the troughs spread out in the field."
Ezekiel said, raising his voice as his and Brandon's boots hammered the planks of the stair case. "Afterwards, if you're still feeling okay, I'll let you grab a shovel so you can bust up the hay bales for me...."
After that the work began.
First the troughs were to be filled with slop and the buckets were to be transported and poured into the troughs. And for the most part Brandon found the job to be agreeable...aside from the ripe odor of pig slop that assaulted his and Ezekiel's noses. Brandon wanted to ask where the slop came from, but soon decided that he didn't care much for the answer.

The oily, runny, slop seemed composed of nothing but composted vegetables and old fruit and stink. The odor of it nearly stealing Brandon's breath at every deep whiff. But Brandon did his best to move at a steady pace and lift as much pig slop as he could stomach to smell....but more often than not he found himself struggling with some of the burdens that he forced himself to undertake. Every stumble that he suffered, and every aching muscle only further outlined to him how sorry his condition had really become.
Still he kept on, hoping that this labor would be his first steps back to the healthy person he had been before the wounds had been inflicted on him.
Soon enough all of the troughs were filled to the brim with fresh slop and with a vigorous look on his face Ezekiel called Brandon to him.
And as Brandon drew close he couldn't help but notice that the Shifter looked completely unfazed by the work and labor that Brandon had struggled through.
And once Brandon reached him Ezekiel smirked and gestured towards the barn. "All right...were done with the slop and troughs. Are you ready to start busting open the hay bales?" Ezekiel asked him softly. The smirk on his face gave Brandon a notion that the Shifter was possibly poking fun at him mentally, but for the most part Ezekiel just waited for Brandon to reply.
With panting that he hoped was mostly subdued Brandon took a moment to swallow and looked the Shifter up and down, feeling a slight pinch of envy overcome him. Because unlike Brandon Ezekiel looked as clean...and handsome as he had that morning outside of the mansion.
This guy looks as cool as a Popsicle...Do Shifters even sweat...?
Brandon found himself thinking, stuck in a moment of absurdity that he couldn't quite break away from.
I know they sweat...If its alive it sweats....and I bet when they do sweat, they look just as hot and unhappy and pathetic as I must look right now...!
"Brandon?" Ezekiel asked catching his eyes. "Did you hear me?"

Shaking himself Brandon looked away. "Yeah I'm ready...Let's do it." Brandon told him and ignoring the way that Ezekiel seemed to smile deeper and shake his head. He walked past him to go and gather a shovel from the Barn, while Ezekiel trailed behind him, to pick up the first bale of hay.

They met in the darkness. Brandon a mortal. Ezekiel a Shifter. Pain and loneliness brought them crashing into one another.

Their meeting will be the first dominoes in an epic saga that branches through not only time, but blood as well. Broken Bonds will come too light. A new Bond will form in the stillness of the night. And trapped beneath the cogs of fate will be Brandon and Ezekiel. Two beings that were never supposed to meet.
Brandon is lost in misery....running from shadows.

Ezekiel is intrigued by Brandon's darkness...and his sorrowful beauty....but are they destined to be? Will the shadows at Brandon's heels become real and tear them apart before they ever get the chance to try?

Meliodas grabbed the flyer off the job board and made his way towards Mirajane. He placed the flyer on the bar table before speaking.

"I'll take this one."

Mira looked over the job flyer before replying.
"This one is a good mission to start with. There isn't much advice I can give you. It's a simple mission to defeat some wild animals that have been attacking the farm..." 

Just as the two were speaking, Elfman walked up to the bar with a large grin on his face.
"I will be going too big sis, so this will be a piece of cake for a MAN!" Eflman said, giving Mirajane a thumbs up.

Mirajane was a bit surprised, but still smiled in response.
"Alright then, take care, you two!"

The duo left the building and went towards the job location. The farmland was very close to the town, so they required no transportation to get there. 

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Meliodas and Elfman approached the Magnolia farmland as the sun was beaming above them. It was still in the middle of the afternoon when they arrived.The farmland was vast, expanding out for miles with bits of forest and hills in between and small houses and barns scattered. Meliodas and Elfman continued to walk down the dirt path, with the sounds of various farm animals around them.

"Are you ready for your first MANLY mission Meliodas?!" Elfman yelled excitedly. 

"I look forward to it." Meliodas replied calmly with a smile. "You know I think you would like my friend Escanor."

"Escanor?" Elfman asked. Meliodas nodded.

"Yeah. You talk a lot about being manly and people say Escanor is a true man among men, and I agree."

"Well let me say, that MAN sounds like a MANLY MAN, man!" Elfman enthusiastically replied. Meliodas titled his head, confused at what Elfman just said but smiled back.

"Tell me about this Escanor MAN!" Elfman insisted.

"Sure." Meliodas said.

The two of them continued walking down the dirt path through the farmland as Meliodas told Elfman stories about Escanor until they arrived at their destination. The two of them stopped in front of an old wooden barn. The barn had several patched holes and there were traces of blood and claw marks around the walls of the barn.

As Meliodas inspected the exterior of the barn, he heard the sound of sniffling next to him. He looked to Elfman and saw him tearing up.

"That MAN Escanor...was a true MAN!" Elfman said as he wiped his eyes. Meliodas chuckled and looked back at the barn, where an old man walked out. The old man was short, nearly the same height as Meliodas. He was bald with many wrinkles on his forehead. He had black eyes with large backs underneath them, indicating his lack of sleep.

"A-ah...you two must be from Fairy Tail." The old man said as he slowly walked to them.

"That's right, I'm Meliodas!" Meliodas greeted.

"E-Elfman." Elfman said as he regained his composure.

"Meliodas and Elfman. It is great to meet you both but we must be quick. Those damn Dread Wolves just appeared one night and started slaughtering the cattle. There were at least several dozen of them...me and several other farmers have been trying to keep them at bay but we're no fighters and only a couple of us can even use magic to begin with. Last night, most of us got hurt fighting them off. The other farmers are currently in Magnolia Hospital and I'm the only one left...Please...I beg of you...get rid of them." The old man pleaded as he fell to his knees.

"Of course we will! Cause that's what being a MAN is all about!" Elfman enthusiastically yelled. Meliodas extended a hand out to the old man and helped him up as Elfman looked around.

 "Where are they, we will crush them like real MEN!" Elfman shouted.

"They always appear at night to attack us from the forest behind the barn. We tried tracking them in the morning, but they are experts at hiding. These last few days, they appeared around the time the sun set." 

Meliodas looked up at the sky. There were still a few hours left before the sun set. 

"Alright, well let us help you fix up the walls and fences." Meliodas suggested.

"Why not just go find the wolves and hunt them down first?" Elfman asked.

"That is too much work. If the wolves all appear at once, we can finish them in one fell swoop. So it would best to just wait here for them to all come at once. Meanwhile, let's just help the old man fix his farm."

Elfman thought about it for a moment before agreeing. 
"Yes! Fighting them all at once would be a challenge only a real MAN can do!"

Meliodas began fixing up the inside of the barn while chatting away with the old man about his favorite booze.  Elfman remained outside, patching the holes with wooden planks.

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The day settled and the night approached. Elfman and Meliodas had both finished their work and were preparing for the arrival of the wolves. They had boarded up and patched the fences, in case any wolves may slip through. 

Suddenly, the group heard a faint howling coming through the forest. The old man trembled at the noise and clasped his hands in prayer.

"They are preparing..." He mumbled. Meliodas reassured the old man, patting him lightly on the back. 

"Rest up inside, gramps. By the time you wake up tomorrow morning, all the Dread wolves will be dealt with." 

"Thank you both, very much…" The old man said as he slowly walked out of the barn. 

Meliodas and Elfman hopped over the fence at the back of the barn facing the forest. For another half an hour the duo waited in anticipation. Behind them, the farmland was brightly illuminated by the full moon's light. 

"It's a full moon tonight...this might be a rough night. Dread Wolves get stronger during a full moon. But that's what being a MAN is all about! We will face this challenge like men!" Elfman yelled out.

Meliodas remained silent as he stared at the full moon, thinking about the moment he flew into the rift. Now, most of his power was gone and he could hardly bring out the darkness within him. However, under the night sky, he felt his power rise, thanks to his demon biology. 

Another half an hour passed and from the trees, a low growling echoed. Meliodas and Elfman looked towards the trees and saw a pair of glowing red eyes, filled with bloodlust, followed by the sound of snarling.

"Let's show these beasts the power of a MAN!" Elfman yelled as he got into an offensive stance.

"Beast Arm: Black Bull!"

Meliodas glanced over at Elfman, intrigued by his transformation. Elfman's right arm began to grow even more muscular and turned a pitch black color.

From the forest, more than a dozen red glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. The growling stopped as an eerie silence filled the cold night air. The silence is soon broken by a distant howl as the huge bodies of the large wolves emerged from the forest.

Meliodas and Elfman looked at the first few wolves charging at them. They were nearly as tall as Elfman while on their fours, taller if they stood on their hind legs. They had jet black fur that hardly lit up even in the moonlight. Their eyes glowed a menacing crimson read as they snarled.

Elfman prepared to take on the assault head on as Meliodas leaped forward, plunging deep into the wolves' formation. Several of the wolves were launched high into the air as Meliodas kicked them up. 

More wolves appeared near Elfman's side as he held them off with the gargantuan strength of his right arm, easily throwing the wolves above the trees and away from the barn behind them.

Meliodas continued striking each of the wolves, feeling the bones in their bodies crack under his fists as they were sent flying through several trees. As the fight continued on, Meliodas noticed a small change in himself. It was a change that was very miniscule, but enough to notice. Meliodas's original strength was very slowly returning to him. At the rate at which he felt it return, it would take some time, but it was there, slowly coming back to him the more he fought. 

A few wolves had managed to slip past Meliodas and Elfman and began tearing holes in the wall to reach the animals.

Meliodas reached under his large shirt and pulled out the dagger he had taken from the thug. Putting all of his power into his legs, he leaped towards the wolves attacking the barn, with the force of his jump shattering the ground below him. 

In an instant, Meliodas cut through the wolves attacking the barn, their bodies falling into pieces as they were cut through multiple times simultaneously. Having gotten rid of the wolves at the barn, Meliodas turned back around, facing the rest of the pack. Their numbers have severely dwindled, with only less than a dozen remaining. 

"Arghhhhh!!!" Elfman roared as he swung the bodies of two wolves around, hitting the other wolves around him in the process. "This is the power...of a MAN!!!" Elfman yelled.

Meliodas charged forward again with his dagger out in front of him in a spinning motion towards the remaining wolves, cutting through each of them with great ease as if cutting through butter until only one wolf remained.

"Hah, this one must be the alpha male." Elfman commented as he walked up next to Meliodas. Meliodas nodded as he looked at the wolf. It was nearly double the size of the other dread wolves and had streaks of white fur on it. Across its face were several large scars. 

Meliodas charged forward at the wolf and with his dagger, slashed at his face. As he flashed by the wolf, he noticed his dagger was no longer in his hands, but held firmly in the wolf's mouth.

The wolf spit out the dagger from its massive teeth and charged at Elfman. Elfman grinned as he prepared himself to take on the beast.

"Beast Arm: Iron Bull!" Elfman yelled as his black arm suddenly turned into a hard steel-like material, gleaming light off of the full moon.

He raised his right arm in front of him as the dread wolf launched his massive body at Elfman. Elfman was pushed back as the wolf charged head on into him, until eventually falling on the ground.

"Ggghhh!" Elfman grunted as he kept the wolf's massive teeth away from him with his iron arm. The wolf roared as it sunk its teeth into Elfman's arm. Despite it being hardened, it pierced through partially and blood started to drip.

"This is nothing...because I am a MAN! And you are a wolf, not a MAN!" Elfman yelled as he tried to push the wolf off of him.

Meliodas looked around hastily and found his dagger on the ground. He quickly ran to it and picked it up off the ground in one swift motion as he dashed towards Elfman and the dread wolf.

As he looked at the wolf, he tightened his grip on the dagger and pushed forward with his legs.

"Haah!" Meliodas yelled as he spun his body while he slashed through the back of the wolf, completely bisecting it.

The wolf's grip on Elfman's arm eventually gave way as the wolf's fierce glowing eyes began to dim.

Meliodas landed on the ground and looked back at Elfman, who had just pulled the Wolf off of him and threw the half that was on him on the ground next to the other half.

"Settled that like a real MAN!" Elman said, giving Meliodas a thumbs up as his right arm began to shrink and the metal-like texture reverted to skin. There were still small wounds from the wolf's teeth on Elfman's arm but it was nothing serious and the bleeding had already stopped.

Meliodas looked around the area where they were fighting. The grass was covered in the blood of the beasts as the moon illuminated the battlefield.

"Hmmm...what to do with all of these bodies here…" Meliodas said to himself out loud while looking at all of the corpses. He thought about it briefly, remembering the old man's health state due to these wolves and that most of his animals had been killed, which were a primary source of income for his farm. 

Meliodas crouched down on the ground next to one of the corpses. As he pulled out his dagger, Elfman looked at him, perplexed by his actions. Meliodas began skinning the wolf with his dagger. Having made clothes before in Purgatory from the hides of beasts that were far tougher, the pelts of these wolves were easy for Meliodas to skin.

As the night went on, Meliodas finished skinning the wolves. Elfman returned with the old man as the sun came up. The old man was surprised at what he saw. Dozens of wolf pelts were stacked on top of each other while a young boy covered from head to toe in blood waved at him. 

"We took care of those wolves for you. But Meliodas here...is a true MAN. He went as far as to remove their pelts so you could sell them for money and replace the animals you lost…" Elfman said, beginning to tear up in admiration of Meliodas's actions.

"Well it wasn't that big of a deal." Meliodas responded. The old man's eyes began to well up with tears as he got on the ground.

"Y-you're too kind. I wish there was more I could give to you…" 

"Dry your tears old man. We did this job cause it was the MANLY thing to do!" Elfman replied.

"Well you're the one tearing up, Elfman." Meliodas laughed.

SPOILER WARNING
IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE MANGA TO SEVEN DEADLY SINS, FAIRY TAIL, OR FAIRY TAIL 100 YEARS QUEST, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

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After a fierce clash with Cath Palug, Cath decided to test the limits of Chaos on Meliodas and as a result, Meliodas is drastically weakened and is sent into a different unknown world. Stuck in this new world, Meliodas has to adapt to this new environment, regain his power, and find a way back to Britannia.

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"Children you look so thin. Come let us feed you properly. Come... eat, eat..." The two old people stuffed so much food in front of the two girls that all they could do is sigh and eat.
This is how their day passed. They were fed taken care of hugged until the breath was almost gone and on their way out million of concerns hit their ears.
"Yes. We promise we will live a good, eat good and sleep well. The winter is coming so we won't come anytime soon to the town. Please be healthy so we can see each other in spring. " The girls waved their hands while promising the elder people. 
They sat on their horses and rode through the crowd of people under the eyes of many interested eyes. Soon new story about two proud girls spread trough town and made rounds in commoners' homes. 
But in the palace, the Emperor was not happy at all. "You traitors! Ministers, nobles my royal behind, that is what you are. The foreigners slapped my face so much that it turned into a patty by now. What kind of excuse do you have? Foreigners that live in that village are living only from what they get from their lands. But instead selling it to earn some extra cash they gave the food to people that don't even accept them. Not only that, sorghum water porridge? What the hell is that? Ate you people so poor that you couldn't buy the rice abs feed the people?" 
He started yelling, cursing and even trowing all kinds of things at them hitting even the head of Lord Jong that just endured quietly. He didn't say anything to protect himself or complained about injustice. He just lowered his head and quietly endured making the rest of nobles even more nervous.
If he couldn't say anything against the Emperor's rage, what could they? 
So they all quietly endured together with him. His head bled, and covered his face and was about to drop on the floor but he held his hand open and let it drop there. After his lament, Emperor sat down huffing and saw Lord Jong countenance. His silent enduring made him even angrier so he threw his edict towards him. 
"You, don't you even dare to look so modest. Go proclaim the edict. The foreigners will have the same rights as our people legally. And if any of you say one word I will take foreigners in our government. Hmmm that idea us not bad at all. It could help us with relations with other countries. Should I do that?" He smiled maliciously at them while his eyes were icy cold making all if them shiver in fear.
He then left angrily while they still kneeled all dazed. Lord Jong was about to stand up but struggled and with help from Lord Jiang left slowly the main hall. 
Nobles passed him silently while looking at his pale face covered with blood. On one hand, he held the edict and in the other, he still held the blood so it doesn't spill on the ground.  
Slowly step by step he passed the servants and finally when he was in the carriage and the door closed he sighed in relief. He took a handkerchief and slowly wiped the condensed blood on his hand. He left the blood in his head for now and smiled lightly at  Lord Jiang. 
"Did you had to go so far?" He was staring at the ugly looking wound and his white face.
"If other people can endure so can I. Those two girls fed our people until they fainted and I should faint from just getting a bit hit by the Emperor? Our people became almost laughing stocks because some of our people were too cheap to feed refugees with normal food. If I didn't go out and almost emptied all our food storage how could I watch straight at my children's eyes when they grow up?" 
His voice was hoarse but resounded throughout the walls. Those that suppose to hear it heard it and those who held grudges against him had to hide their faces as they got hit soundly. 
His smile was calm while he spoke. The carriage slowly exited the Palace while new information started running in town. Foreigners finally had the same rights as them and will be under the protection of the Emperor from that day on. And no one can look down on them, wait does that mean they can go to school and join their army?
Soon discussions could be heard everywhere. People would sit in their warm homes and have their own thoughts while the Emperor just smiled while listening to reports.
"Let them talk about it. It is after all the time for some changes." He sipped on tea and looked at the first snow falling over still greens trees.
The refugees on end got their new homes near the capital, the food was provided and the winter came. But this winter was something no one expected. 
Snowstorms, ice storms, white everywhere. Luckily the girls prepared to forage for the animals. They even bought small stove the people call "dragon stove" where you just put ember in it and you are cozy warm even if you sit outside. 
The snowstorm was over so now just snow fluttered from time to time down. The girls sat in the winter house in their recliners that they patted with different kinds of furs and over them thick down blankets. 
Looking outside at the white landscape but inside sitting with green plans s was a nice balance. 
"Kyra, I feel too lazy to move and I need to go to the outhouse. Next year let's add an outhouse near our house for winter use and enjoy the winter. I feel like I pee small mountains of ice every time." Anna stood up lazily from the recliner and stretched like a cat.
Kyra stared at her with open mouth speechlessly. Those words came out the mouth of a most sophisticated little girl so far, in this world. But it is ok. If she feels free with her to talk about such things its a good thing. So she just lazily nodded and continue to watch the snow falling play.
They would wake up early in the morning, clean the snow from paths and then go feed the animals and add more snow for warm water. Yes, they invented something on their own. They made something like oven outside with the stones and some mud. Then had big cauldron on top of it that had a hole on the side. That hole was connected to the barn where the animals could walk freely. In the barn was another set of bowls by the size where animals drunk and the water would then go out the stall and with contraption go to the outside wall towards the small pond.
As the snow was high, it made natural isolation against freezing so the water would slowly drop without going cold into the pond where now a bunch of fishes lived.
The girls had no idea that so many fishes chosen to live in this small pond just because the water was always nice and warm. 
So every day the girls would put a huge log under the cauldron, fill it up with snow three times a day and just let it burn slowly so the water is not too hot when animals drunk.
That kind of thing was actually heating up the barn as well so the animals felt comfortable and happy. In such an environment the female pig even got a bunch of small piglets that were squeaking and playing around the whole time. 
They would clean the barn two times a day, putting the dung mixture into an enclosed corner far from the house and barn and would just run back to enjoy the rest of day.

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