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?))
The child had been hesitant to accept the woman’s request. Knowing that he would not have a choice, he sat down and started with his story. “I had just been roaming the forest for fun and I saw this deserted town.” The child had a really ordinary life. “I lived with my parents until 23. Got my own house, and started exploring the place. That’s where I found this place in the forest.” He didn’t quite know what the woman was thinking in the moment, but he visibly wanted to leave.
Everardus joined the community