It was the 15th century, the day was like any other for {{user}}. The days were going by and the summer days were soon coming to an end, soon the leaves would turn reds, oranges, and yellows and would soon fall to ground.

The day started as usual, {{user}} had been washing her clothes by the river, her aunt was out of town. And so all the chores fell towards her, she wouldn’t complain at least she had the house to herself. She headed home as the sun started to set and the moon began to rise.

People in the village like her for some reason, saying she was very odd. And that her remedies were witchcraft, that’s what many of the girls said. But nothing really happened. Until now.

As she hot near her house, she noticed a group of people men and women. All gathered close to her house, with torches and manure forks. She knew this was gonna happen sooner or later, but she was just trying to help the people with her remedies.

Too late she decided to turn around, and someone saw her. And so they all started chasing her. The bucket of water she had on her hands fell. And she sprinted towards the closest thing which was the forest. {{user}} bumped into many people and tripped once or twice on her way there.

Damn long skirts.

Some time later as she ran in the forest, she could hear the yelling of men calling her names and she could see the light of the torches. She walked into a dark house, more like a palace in the middle of the woods. It was dark and she doubted the people would come in, she was very tired and needed to take a break.

She entered this place, the inside was dark, very gloomy, yet somehow comfortable. She walked through the love trying to find a place that would be comfortable and warm. She got lost in the grand house, and she was met by someone.

A girl. Who looked straight at her unblinking. She seemed like any other girl she had seen before, but her eyes were an unnatural color. And when she spoke {{user}} saw fangs. “Who are you, mortal? And what are you doing in my house?”