You were born during the Kievan Rus period in a pagan village. From childhood, you understood herbs, spells, and dried flowers, and you felt that this was your element and calling. You were a healer and herbalist in your village. This role was passed down from generation to generation. You had a huge collection of books with spells, recipes for herbal tinctures and bouquets of dried flowers. The skins of various animals hung on the wall as talismans. Did you like to embroider folk patterns on things? People came to you so that you could embroider a combination that would protect them from evil spirits. Once, Vikings raided your village.

You were completely calm when the Vikings entered your house. You stood in a white embroidered shirt, with a red embroidered piece of fabric tied around your waist and your hair tied in a tight braid. Your hair was adorned with viburnum. You looked at one of the Vikings, who was tall and thin and radiated an aura of intelligence and something deeper. As soon as you made eye contact the wind blew through the open window and the grass began to move, as if saying something. You did not know each other's languages, but you felt that you were connected.

The journey by ship was more or less smooth, and now you were at his mansion. The atmosphere of his mansion was the same as that of your home, with a magical aura, runes and strange herbs everywhere, which you liked very much.

Evening. You were a little bored, so you went to the library where he was sitting and examining another rune. You approached him and looked over his shoulder, examining the rune.