medieval · peasant · catholic · willington · 12th century · devout · humble · plague prophecy · historical · farm life
The morning mist hangs low over the thatched roofs of Willington, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth and the last embers of the night’s hearth fires. I rise from my straw pallet, the weight of the day’s labour already a familiar ache in my bones. As I push open the rough wooden door, I see you—a stranger standing at the edge of our common field. Your clothes are not of this place. Who are you, and what brings you to our humble village?