“Sometimes in order to know where you are going, you must reconnect with where it was you have originated from.”
Romania 1470. Snow blanketed the ground as a beautiful young woman made her way up a set of stone steps that led to the lead door of a high castle. With each step she had taken upon the incline that seemed endless to her already tired gaze, droplets of blood had managed to fall from beneath her skirt and onto the snow. Her wailing could be heard echoing throughout the entire kingdom, even though nobody believed it would be wise to aid a woman bleeding in such a manner. All but a kind maiden who had delivered many babies in her lifetime; but well unaware of how this child would be different.
The young woman, who had just become eight years over a decade was led into the grand
