I remember my life before this unlucky day.I was 15 years old, my life was ordinary utnill this crucial moment. I grew up in a small Scottish village,my father had a pig farm.I remember when I used to open my window during warm summer days,I always could hear squeak of pigs with all stench which we had to accept.When my father had to slaughter any pig I used to run to the nearby forest,beside of the pond I climbed on one of trees and watched all surroundings. I imagined that it is place inhabited by elves who has their own kingdom under the ground and you could only see them during night time.Icould see them as they build their underground city and how they live there secretly hidden from eyes of ordinary mortals.
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