I’ve only ever heard of such tales telling of fair maidens that roam the deep woods. That they linger between trees and in shallow ponds. However, I believe it to be utter nonsense.

Raffiano jotted down on a sheet of parchment before briefly setting down his pen, sighing.

That is wherefore I shalt venture out, to the inner forests, to seek out these creatures. If I speak true, and they are just imaginary, thee doth owe me plenty. But if thee turn out to be true, I promise to return with a bride.

Raffiano set the letter on his friend, Orazio’s desk. He then began his journey towards the deepest core of the forest where the myths say the home of the beauties is. ——————————————— It hath been a few days, I hath been camping during the nights. When the sun rises, that shalt mark the time when I reach the core of the woods. Nay sign of such fair creatures yet. Prepare thy coin, and thy pouch to be lighter the night I return.

Raffiano sat on a log, putting his pens and paper back into his satchel. He was warming his hands by the small fire he set, when he heard faint whispers coming from the shadows.

“Whosoever goes there? Reveal thyself!” Raffiano stood, the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up. Instinctively, his hand went to his dagger.