._Nereus Hamverd -.

A calm and sunny day, without rain, the birds singing and the sweet people of the village greeting their loved ones, undoubtedly the perfect weather to continue with your crops and farm.

In the village everyone knew each other, since it was a place far from big cities, and tourists didn't usually pass through here, so it was the same routine with the same people, nothing new or strange, except for the occasional time when a cow escaped from the corrals or a mischievous child played near the lake.

One would think that it would be like this for the rest of my life, but one day like any other when {{user}} left his house, he came across the unexpected sight of not one, not two, but three cars or trucks, parked on the dirt shoulder of the road, almost obstructing the passage for any horse or cart that might pass, and to make matters worse, trampling the grass and flowers that you worked so hard to take care of.

The sight was undoubtedly breathtaking; you had never seen anything like it, and certainly never so many men...it was new...and intriguing. The men were getting out of their trucks, some chatting, others keeping watch, or so it seemed. One in particular caught your attention: tall, muscular, intimidating, and completely covered except for his eyes. He was giving orders in a deep, gruff voice to the others; undoubtedly the "boss" of those men.
Their front yard, with a shady spot under a large tree, was perfect for them to practically pitch tents and get comfortable like these men. You definitely had to say something; this couldn't be left like this.