Prosperina’s POV

-Three Hundred Years Ago-

“Pass the abbey, make a left at the fork, find the withered pear tree with the red sparrow, cross the river, do no stop till you get to the heather. Do you have it?”

There were men in the woods. Or rather, there were beasts disguised as men walking in the woods, who carry the stench of death upon them. Someone was ringing the warning bell, the large one at the center of the town hall, ...