Fieldsgrove

Always light and open, Fieldsgrove was a simple place. It's residents always greeted each other sweetly and sincerely. Smaller than Lichtenstein, Fieldsgrove was a place of complete serenity.
The streets were a mix of cobblestone and dirt and the entire village was like out of a picture; It was as though all of the people were painted in with every movement.
The houses were small and blue with white shingles. The street that circled Town Square was somewhat of a cloudy bronze color. The serendipity of the area wafted through the air.
Most of the perimeter was rural with farmland that had rolling hills of fern and honeydew and in the autumn the fields were blanketed with all shades of red, yellow, and orange imaginable!
The skies were royal blue with puffy pearl white clouds on nice days. It rarely rained in Fieldsgrove but when it did, the place became very dark and somewhat dreary. The people pulled out their barely-used umbrellas and scurried around to avoid getting wet.
Sunset was the best time of day for Fieldsgrove. The sky turned dark purple with yellows and pinks and greens all mixed together.
Mostly the days were wonderful and sunny. Everyone always had a smile apon their face. It was fantastically unreal how everyone got along. You don't see that everyday in ordinary places. Everyone was happy.
Or appeared to be happy. But underneath, the people of Fieldsgrove were miserable. Always having to follow the rules was a nasty reminder of the horrific past of Fieldsgrove.
The legend is told, "Once, long ago, there was a man called Rupert Fields. He was the original leader of the smallish village, and thought he was worthy enough to be named king. He had the local printer rewrite the front page to the next day's newspaper. Instead of “Ford Moves Forward” it was “Fields Named King.” The printer reluctantly sent the messenger around with the new headline. It was a joyous day for Rupert, but the vexation of the villagers was practically palpable. Rupert created a new constitution for all of the town to obey. If one refused, consequences were severe.
Everyone feared Rupert but had no choice but to obey his every whim. One day, a woman named Virginia came along, visiting a cousin who resided in the little town. Rupert was making his daily rounds, making sure everyone was following the rules, when he spotted Virginia and her cousin walking out of a shop. Rupert went over to her and asked for her hand in marriage. Virginia didn't know what to say.
Virginia was quite beautiful, but she had a love back at her home. She couldn't marry Rupert. She told Rupert of the perdicament, and went on her way. Virginia was staying in the village for only a few days, so Rupert knew he had to act quickly. He sent her flowers and chocolates asking repeatedly for her hand. Rupert had never seen someone so beautiful, so perfect in every way.
Virginia finally agreed to marry Rupert, but with much regret. He had threatened to imprison Virginia's cousin. Being the kind person she was, Virginia gave in and married Rupert that day. She sent a message to her love back home, to tell him that she wouldn't be returning. She loved him dearly, but had to stay for her cousins safety. Virginia didn't tell him that she was already married.
Virginia was miserable being married to Rupert. Watching innocent people being imprisoned for no reason, listening to her husband read off the laws to unruly citizens. It was unbearable.
Eventually, Virginia had had enough. She sent a letter to her love at her old home, to tell him that she couldn't be with him ever again, but that she loved him very much. That night, Virginia ran herself through with a dagger. When Rupert saw what had happened to his wife, he automatically presumed that it had been one of the guards. Rupert was outraged, and immediately interrogated each solitary guard until he came to the conclusion that his love had committed suicide.
Rupert was devestated. He told his people that from now on, their town would be forever called Fieldsgrove, combining both his and Virginia's last names. After the announcement, Rupert himself died of poisoning.
The villagers always obeyed the orders of Rupert Fields because they were afraid that the haunting of the town would come after them.
People always feared walking past the Fieldsgrove Manor, in fear that the ghosts of Rupert and Virginia would come after them. No one ever went missing, and no attacks were ever recorded, but people were scared anyway."
So that is the legacy of the small town. Every solitary law was obeyed, every person living in fear. The new mayor of the town was a direct descendent of Rupert's, but was much kinder. He stuck to his great great grandfather's original constitution which, luckily, was very broad and unspecific. Mayor Harris was able to give more freedoms to his people, though they still followed the laws as Rupert would have wanted.
And so, life went on as planned by Rupert. Always amiable, always sociable. Haunted by their pasts, the citizens of Fieldsgrove went on like any other little town in the middle of no where. Even if it's secret was the thing that disturbed them the most, everyone stayed. Frightened by the ghosts, the legend, and the secret itself.


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