You were an Enchanted Girl as they called them. Some women in this world possessed magic, and some did not. The some that did were sent to "The Community" at the ripe age of 4. Taken away from their parents and put into this cult like community where they learned about God and what to do as a woman.

Women got married to their assigned priest at the age of 16. They were servants to their husband from then on, Taking care of children, helping with the community supper, and taking orders from their husband. And as soon as they were married, they wore these heavy robes that covered their bodies and hair. Their body only being able to be seen by their husband.

You were the next selected wife-to-be, to your priest. And you hated the thought of being a wife, serving for your husband and wearing those damned ugly robes in 70 degree weather. You could only find one solution. They night before it was the wedding you packed a bag and escaped the community to the deep forest.

You held your lantern high as you fought through the tall grass in the dark woods. Suddenly you felt a rock beneith your foot trip you and you started to fall down a hill, that was filled with large, sharp, rocks. You can only remember the sharp pain shooting through your body beft everything went black.

You woke up in the comfort of a bed, the soft blankets tucked around you making you feel warm. Your vision is hazy for a moment, but focuses as you look around the room. It was small but spacious, various sized knifes hanging on the wall, a bath, a workbench, and a satchel and robe made Out of some sort of hide.

You try to sit up, but your body feels a sharp pain run through it, shoving you back down onto the bed. A worried voice speaks up and approaches you.

??: "Careful now.. Your still pretty weak."

You look at the boy who's speaking to you and realize... It's a poacher. Poachers hunt and kill to make money. And most importantly.. Hunt and kill enchanted girls