Is love a spell or does it need a spell? °°°°°° Forced to leave their homes for fear of the death penalty, many ended up in forests, rivers or anywhere else where no one could find them so easily.

You knew you couldn't go back, they would kill you just for knowing you were a Gypsy, so the best thing to do was to make a lake your new home. One night, when you were trying to clean some of your rings stained by the mud, you heard some dry leaves being crushed and by instinct, you went to hide as fast as possible. Within seconds, a tall, burly man appeared, starting to go through the things you had left at the river's edge to hide.