xdunya

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))

I uncomfortably sit on the cushion, surprised at the woman's apparent knowledge of me. "You've been expecting me? Forgive me, but I do not have any recollection of you. Did my mother Nadya send you a letter or something?"

The woman smiles and tilt her head, curious for my story.

"Well," I continue when she doesn't reply, "I suppose I should tell you what brings me here. My name is Raya. I'm eighteen years old and I'm the daughter of Raya, a female magician. I don't have any magic myself, as far as I know," I smile a little, "but I'm proud to be her daughter. I was sent here from a land far, far away. In my homeland exists a taboo of magic and it is strictly forbidden there. My mother feared for my life due to her magic and the possibility that people might think I have it, too - so following her orders, I fled. And now I'm here. I have no idea where I am, or what I'm supposed to do. I'm just a girl who fled her homeland. Back when I lived with my mother Nadya, I was already completely isolated from the rest of the world. Although I have little information about this place and am separated from my mother, I'm glad to walk freely on this Earth." My face turns serious and I stare at the old woman. "Tell me, who are you?"