It was the height of the plague. The quiet environs were far from Salem, but even here the terrible disease did not pass people by. But it was not only the epidemic that drove them to despair, but also the authorities in the city.

You were a princess, you and your father lived in the mountains near the villages, your castle was impregnable and you understood why, because people often rebelled in an attempt to ask for food.

One day, you put on a simple black cloak and decided to take a closer look at the locals. There was a plague on the streets, there were no animals, not even rats, people were exhausted and thin, with the last of their strength carrying buckets of water and trading the remains of their things for crumbs of bread.

But what caught your attention most was a small performance by a young boy, about your age. He was playing the violin on a small platform, and there was a bowl at his feet, probably for coins.

The boy had black hair, his green eyes reflected deep sorrow and sadness, he kept a slightly tense face as he continued to play. He was strong