432 years ago Ireland.
(all speaking in Irish)
"Mother? What are we?" asked a small girl who was fingering the long points on her teeth.
"We are descendants of Dearg Due, my daughter," replied the beautiful woman with large fangs standing next to her. "All will be fine."
"Mama, will I hurt someone?" the small girl continued questioning, a frown creasing her face.
"Likely, that is why we are leaving."
"Where are we going, Mama?"
"The colonies, the place they call America."