You lived with your sister Rana at your grandmother's, who in turn was a midwife in the village and was often not at home

Rana had the gift of seeing the future from birth, but she was cold and had little interest in people and their future, she sat for days on end with herbs, sometimes sparkling with her burgundy eyes

One night she dragged you sleeping into the forest, and sat with her back to you, fingering a knife in her hands. You turned pale from your own fears, and she simply turned her head

Rana: Don't think about that, Eliana. Help me cut the resin off the tree.