As the sun began its ascent, Patrick and Peter set to work chopping firewood, their focus fixed on the urgent need to sell it in town. With the looming task of purchasing their father's much-needed medication weighing heavily on their minds, they worked with determination and purpose.

Meanwhile, Patricia made her final preparations, adorning herself in her finest attire—a beautiful gown that accentuated her radiant complexion. She carefully styled her golden locks and adorned them with a delicate brooch, her excitement palpable as she eagerly awaited their departure.

"Patrick, where are you?" she called out, her impatience evident in her voice.

"We are preparing the wagon," Patrick replied, his tone preoccupied with the task at hand.

Upon joining her brothers, Patricia's initial excitement waned as she realized the time-consuming process of loading the logs onto the wagon. Annoyance flickered across her features, momentarily overshadowing her earlier anticipation.

" Do you need any help?" she inquired, her eagerness tinged with frustration.

"No, we don't," Patrick replied tersely, his glare causing Patricia to shrink back.

"Alright, I get it, I will wait," Patricia conceded reluctantly, her frustration simmering beneath the surface as she observed her brothers toiling to load the wood onto the wagon.

Seated nearby, she couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment. "I know that we should keep our superpower a secret, but Patrick is being too much!" she thought, her frustration mounting. "I could finish that work in a minute. Why should we suffer this much instead? I'm sure that our family won't mind getting that kind of help."

With everything in place and the wagon loaded, the siblings were finally ready to embark on their journey to town.

"Patricia, are you ready?" Patrick called out.

"I'M READY!" Patricia exclaimed eagerly, her excitement palpable as she bounded onto the wagon and settled herself beside her brothers with a wide grin.

Despite his initial concerns, Patrick couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at seeing his sister's bright expression. Though he momentarily regretted his decision to invite her along, her infectious enthusiasm eased his worries.

"Let's go..." Patrick declared, his tone tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination.

As the trio set off toward town, the bumpy road ahead seemed inconsequential in comparison to the excitement coursing through Patricia's veins. With each bump and jostle, her mood remained undaunted, her anticipation building with every passing moment of their journey.

As the town's buildings came into view after two hours of travel, Patricia's eyes gleamed with wonder and excitement, akin to a child entering a playground for the first time. Despite being flanked by her two brothers, her eagerness to explore the renowned town was palpable.

As they drew closer, Patricia's anticipation reached a fever pitch, prompting her to rise from her seat while the wagon was still in motion. Before she could fully take in the sights, Patrick intervened, swiftly grasping her hand to steady her.

"BE CAREFUL! YOU WILL FALL," he admonished, his tone laced with concern.

Undeterred, Patricia longed to soak in every detail of the bustling street and its surrounding buildings, her curiosity undiminished by the admonishment. With a fervent desire to explore, she gazed around eagerly, determined not to miss a single moment of their adventure in the vibrant town.

As the siblings entered the bustling marketplace, Patricia was greeted by a breathtaking sight. The architecture of the town square was a marvel to behold, with intricately designed buildings lining the streets.

With a deep breath, she inhaled the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread wafting through the air, mingling with the vibrant colors of the fruits and vegetables displayed in abundance. The marketplace buzzed with energy, its lively atmosphere infectious and invigorating.

Patricia found herself swept up in the excitement of the town, reveling in the sights, sounds, and smells that surrounded her. Each sensory experience heightened her joy, fueling her eagerness to explore further.

Recalling her visit eight years prior, she marveled at how much the town had changed since then. What was once a quaint and quiet place had now transformed into a bustling hub of activity, teeming with people and goods from all walks of life.

"LOOK HOW MANY PEOPLE AND GOODS THERE ARE IN THE MARKET!" Patricia exclaimed, her voice filled with awe and excitement as she took in the bustling scene before her.

Patrick and Peter, accustomed to the lively pace of town life, found amusement in their sister's unbridled excitement. With indulgent smiles, they observed her as she eagerly took in every detail of her surroundings.

As they navigated through the bustling market, Patricia's radiant beauty did not go unnoticed by the men around them. Her bright smile seemed to captivate many, sparking a desire in some to strike up a conversation with her. However, Patrick's intimidating glares acted as a silent deterrent, warding off any potential suitors.

"This place is quite dangerous for a woman with such beauty," Patrick thought to himself, his protective instincts kicking in.

After a brief stroll through the market, the siblings settled on a spot to sell their firewood. Patrick took charge, setting up a small stall and arranging the wood neatly for display. Turning to his sister, he issued a stern command.

"DON'T EVER leave that place until we finish selling the wood," he instructed firmly.

Patricia looked disappointed at the restriction. "Can't I walk for a bit while you sell the wood?" she pleaded, longing to explore the bustling marketplace further.

Patrick shook his head. "No, you can't. When we finish selling all of it, we will make another stroll before leaving. Just be patient,"

Frustration gnawed at Patricia as she longed to explore the shops, yet felt tethered by her brother's watchful eye. "I'm a big, strong girl. Why won't he trust me for a bit?" she mused, her desire for independence conflicting with the need to adhere to Patrick's instructions. Resigned to her fate, she reluctantly accepted her role and waited impatiently.

As Patrick and Peter engaged with customers, Patricia's attention was drawn to a little boy crying nearby. Initially attempting to ignore him, her concern grew when she noticed his injured state. Unable to resist her compassionate instincts, she made a decision.

"My brothers are busy selling the firewood. I will just take a quick look at the boy," she rationalized, convincing herself that a brief absence wouldn't go unnoticed.

Patricia approached the boy with a gentle demeanor, her concern evident in her voice as she inquired about his well-being.

"Hello, child. What's wrong with you? Did you hurt yourself?" she asked softly.

The boy's tears ceased as he beheld Patricia's striking beauty, rendering him momentarily speechless. Unable to articulate a response, he simply nodded in acknowledgment.

Patricia carefully examined his injured leg before continuing her inquiry. "What is your name?" she asked kindly.

"J...Jack," the boy stammered in reply, still captivated by Patricia's presence.

Concerned for his welfare, Patricia pressed further. "Where is your mother, Jack? Your leg needs treatment."

"She is at home... I...I tripped and fell... I couldn't walk back to my house..." Jack explained, his voice tinged with distress.

Sensing the urgency of the situation, Patricia made a decision. "Is your house near this place?" she inquired, her focus shifting to finding a solution to the boy's predicament.

"Yes, it is right at the end of that alley," Jack replied, indicating the direction with a shaky hand.

Patricia wrestled with her decision momentarily, but her compassion for the injured boy ultimately prevailed over her concerns about her brother's reaction. Rationalizing that Patrick would understand her motives, she scooped the child into her arms and gestured for him to lead the way to his home.

Following Jack down the dimly lit alleyway, Patricia felt a twinge of unease gnawing at her conscience. However, she pushed aside her doubts and pressed on, determined to assist the young boy in any way she could. As they reached the end of the alley, Jack pointed to a weathered wooden door.

"That is my house..." he murmured, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Gathering her resolve, Patricia approached the door and rapped her knuckles against its surface, " Everything will be okay, I'm just helping the child".

As the door creaked open, Patricia's heart raced with anticipation, but her relief quickly turned to apprehension as a burly, intimidating figure appeared in the doorway. Instantly recognizing him as Jack's father, she braced herself for whatever lay ahead.

The man's stern countenance softened into a grin at the sight of his son and the unfamiliar woman standing before him.

"Good job, Jack. This time, you brought a big fish..."