➵༺𖤐༻➵ 9:51 PM.

It is Ireland, Kilkenny of 1650. The weather: Okay, to say the least. The people: worse. The village is small, the streets dark as various children darted through them yelling. A girl with blonde hair and bright eyes. A boy with a chipped tooth and brown hair. There were lights flickering off in the houses as the sun reached the horizon, the day crawling to an end. Just beyond the gates , was a forest. Who are you?