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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐒. He'd cultivated his first crop of parsnips, which excited him greatly, although it was hard to read on his face. He met the Mullners, whom he privately swore to protect at all costs. Especially the wheelchair bound old man who made a show of not liking Amos. That made him all the more interesting. Amos met Pierre, and bought thirty more parsnip seed packets off of him. Something about the man seemed off, but he'd not done anything to Amos, so he held nothing against him yet. Little did he know, Pierre had the same opinion about him. Amos had strolled into the store and sat those seed packets onto the table, fixing Pierre with a gaze of green darkness. Pierre laughed nervously and gave him a first timer's discount. He'd have to watch the new farmer.

He'd also begun mining. He'd met Marlon, a man plagued with the possession of only one eye, scar tissue seeping out from underneath his eyepatch. He was a hard and calloused man, with a gravelly and hoarse voice. Amos got along with the man quite well. He opened the mines for him and presented him with a rusty blade, telling him that it would suffice until he could afford an upgrade. Amos appreciated the kindness. He also challenged him to slay thirty jellies, and bring back their remains to the Adventurer's Guild. That would make him a member, and he would be entitled to all kinds of enticing benefits. Amos accepted the offer.

Although being so productive in general, this week was not without its flaws.

His first day in the mines was not bad at all. He successfully harvested about twenty copper nuggets, which he would smelt later with a machine he'd planned out in his head whilst mining. He also slew a great amount of slimes. He found the first two hard to kill, but by the third he'd been able to predict its attack patterns, and he killed it without batting an eye. He felt no remorse for the pesky and violent little green things. In his opinion, it was a good riddance. The second day went a similar way, and he made it past many floors, taking home as much loot as his measly bag could hold.

The third time was not the charm.

His Rusty sword failed him at level forty-two. A large group of frost bats surrounded him, as a frost jelly attacked him from below. He was overwhelmed, and eventually overtaken by the malicious creatures. Later, he would not be able to recall the rest of what ensued in the mines.

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He woke up to harsh white light and some sort of harmonic ringing in his ears.

"Well, hell." He murmured to himself, in cool amusement at his own, silly death. Taken down by a bunch of bats. How pathetic of himself. When he was little, he always dreamt of himself having a glorious death. Oh, how his inner child was petulant now. His thoughts were disturbed by a shaking sensation. His eyes focused on a face, and the light dispersed, the ringing fading away into nothing.

"I'm not dead." Amos said bluntly, green eyes coming to meet brown ones. The man leaning over him looked worried and about to burst at the same time.

"You almost were." He stifled a chuckle. "Forgive me for laughing please, Your response was just funny. I've never seen someone so nonchalant about dying. You are peculiar."

"Just who are you anyway?" Amos asked, coolly. That seemed to snap the man out of his amusement.

"Sorry for not introducing myself sooner, I'm Dr. Becker, but everyone calls me Harvey. I run the hospital and clinic here. I meant to meet you under different circumstances Mr. Faulkner, my apologies. We don't get a lot of new folks moving in around here." He fit the description of a Doctor almost perfectly. He had glasses that rested halfway down his nose, and a mustache which one could tell had been cultivated into the shape it was now. Though his hair was messy at the time, the haircut suggested it was meant to be styled neatly. The thing that screamed doctor the most was his clothing. A forest green blazer and brown pleated trousers, and leather loafers that had been hand polished until they shone.

"Name's Amos," he tried to sit up, but fell backwards at the searing pain in his side. He clenched his teeth in order to stifle a groan.

"Ooh yeah," Harvey put a hand on his shoulder to stabilize him, pushing him back into a more comfortable position. "You're not ready for that yet. You have at least one bruised rib, I haven't x-rayed you yet. I'm afraid you might even have a fracture."

"Good, I don't need it." Amos replied. Harvey blinked in astonishment.

"What."

"I don't need it." Amos sat up again, this time staying upright. "I'll be fine. When is the earliest I can get home?"

"I-"

"Don't waste your supplies on me. Put them to better use, I can mend myself. You're not going to treat me today Doc." Harvey thought for a moment, conflicted. It became clear to him that Amos wasn't going to budge, and he couldn't force the farmer to do anything he didn't want to do. The best he could do was hope and pray to Yoba that it was just a bad bruising.

"It's two in the morning, so why don't you spend the night? I won't charge you for it, you just don't need to walk home. You shouldn't normally, but especially not with injuries." Harvey replied, still taken aback by the whole situation. The most difficult patient he ever had was Mr. Mullner, and this new farmer exceeded him greatly. He didn't quite know how to handle it.

"All right." Amos fixed him with an even gaze, which unsettled Harvey. His eyes exuded calmness and even a bit of emptiness, as if one could be consumed by green if they stared into them for too long. "I'll leave tomorrow morning. Thanks, Doc."

"Of course. Let me know if you need anything." Harvey nodded and exited the private examination room.

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A/N: INTRODUCING EBONY DARK'NESS DEMENTIA RAVEN WAY, ALSO KNOWN AS AMOS FAULKNER.