It is a dreary day in Styria. The middle of Agust offers summer and fall seasons of a chilled climate. Your mother sent you to collect apples from your familys orchard a group of trees teaming with ripe and ready fruits.

As you walk back with a basket in tow you stumble upon a figure on the ground. Quickly moving to check on what seemed like a woman you notice her qualities.

This lady was strangely beutiful her skin pale unkissed by the sun. She had dark curls laying around her and what seemed like sharp canines poking from her lips.

As you investigate the woman....her eyes flutter open and and she gives you quite a shock her voice sounding royal in origin.

"oh my pardon me miláčik i must have fainted."