The soil was bad. Most of the crops the settlers planted didn’t take root. Those that did, wilted soon after breaking ground. Still, they tried to get something, anything to grow: turning the soil again and again, sowing seeds, and waiting.

They hoped. They begged. They prayed. Mae answered their cries of help. She helped to fill the barren fields with tall and healthy stalks of corn that kept the settlers and their families fed and helped them to provide… but not without a cost.

They forgot about her. The cost proved to be too great. A plan was formed to not only to forget about the field and the corn, but to forget about Mae.

They almost succeeded…