This was so impossible. Nothing like this doesn't existed. But maybe Harry Potter, Lord of the rings, or The Wolf man could be true after all. I thought it was just rubbish. Until now.

I lay on the soft green grass. Feeling my stiff body going numb.

Dawn crept though the woods slowly as I regain my thoughts and memories.

As I heard the colorful birds sing their songs I try to walk around to get the numbness out of my body. I was so rigid that if a bear appeared out of nowhere, the odds of me escaping from being the bear's breakfast are not in my favor at all.

Well, while I was regaining that cool tickling feeling in my arms and legs I began to hunt for food. Hunting is just the circle of life to me and to my sister Rose it's like stabbing yourself on the back to her. But I don't bother bring her at all. She'll just get in the way of my hunting. I love her, but sometimes I just want to slap her silly to remind her that there's people at need that needs to eat from starving to death. But she's better at gathering herds than I would ever be, they look all alike to me green, funky smell and leafy. But Rosy knows what she doing. After all she does have healers' blood in her like my Mother, Aunt, Grandmother, and Uncle. But me I'm just a girl at lives in Italy, nothing more.

I got a good setting on the traps I laid out days ago- 2 deer's, 10 freshwater fish, and a fat bird that looks to be a mixture of a chicken and a wild turkey. He looks edible, but this bird was weird. To be honest.

As I got along, resetting the traps carefully and hoping catch more next time.

By the time I almost make it to town with a loaded bag the sun was up high in the sky. It was probably mid-day or something when the hot rays warm my chill skin.

When I got to a stone wall I knock twice quickly. Suddenly it was pushed open, there I saw Red Man Cray looking at me with those dark eyes of his. I didn't dare talk to him, because I always thought he was creepy and evil of some sort, but mostly creepy.

I walked though a dark and stone tunnel. There, was the blinding light of the inside of Volterra. I go through town like it wasn't a big deal, really.

I go in an old house that my mother, Rosy, and I use to live before my father died by a weight lifting accident. The people in Volterra were rather fond with my father. That's how we move to a big house. Like I would call it The Conferring House. For example, when a precious loved one passes away the whole family gets a big house, life supplies of food and water. Also to tended to the family's every wish and desire.

I exchange my father's old scruffy hunting boots; hang my leather jacket with goat fur inside that kept me warm on chilly days on hunt.

I suddenly heard Toe's scratchy meows from the outside rubbing against the window bagging to let him in. I unlock the seals that lock the window; he leaps in and curls up in a warm spot I think.I sat in the hard wooden floor staring at the wall with solemn expression on my face.

Then I felt Toe rubbing against my calf. It's funny really, because all the hissing and groaning he's done over the years was the closest thing we have for love. I remember. When I was probably five or four I try to beheaded Toe with a rusty pair of scissors that couldn't cut thread. I guess he didn't hold that against me after what I try to make him swim and clearly I was drowning him. But my father saved him just in time before I drowned him. After that my father was his favorite, and I… the least favorite as you can see why.

While Toe rubbed on me I began to scratch him right ear. He perked his head to the direction of my hand. Bagging for more.

I sighed "You know your a weird cat, did you know that." He stops looks at me just like he understood my tongue. "Come on you." I scooped him up in my arms, along with the bag over my shoulder. He slips out of my grasp, left behind the brushes.

I got to the market trading the game I killed this morning. Jenny Graffer middle aged woman that was fond with my father when he was my age. I brought some beef jerky, bag full of salty fish scales and red wine. An old man that was around his 60's or something saw me purchase the wine.

"That stuff will knock you out before your second sip, woman." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "Please. I wouldn't dare without my mother's permission. And plus this is for my mother; she puts red wine on gory wounds." I said.

"Well, keep that in mind then." He said slapping a few coins to purchase his wine.

I reach Joey and Cle the ones who now fully own the bakery and soup shop from their father and mother die in their sleep together. I boost myself on the counter and order Cle's soup of the day that looks to be rice and bear mixture.

"So," Joey began. "What's a girl like yourself doing so late in the day all the way here? Should you be in school?" leave it to dear old Joey to ask the questions. Unlike this brother Cle he minds his business good or bad.

"I don't have school today; we were let out early yesterday." I said with a mouthful of soup in my month.

"Oh," he muttered.

"Well that's that now. Shouldn't you be getting ready for the big feasible tonight, eh, .?" Asked Cle.

"My two cousins and aunt are going to collect me at five." I answered. "I swear the next time you see me tonight I'll be unrecognizable."

"I hope so. Aren't you suppose to look nicer, I mean at least put a red bow on your pretty little face." I can't help but laugh at his teasing.

"Sure, sure." I looked at the town square's clock. Two hours before my family go crazy with hair and makeup. "Well, can't let the family wait for my delay." They nodded.

It was 4:50 when I got home. When I realized My two cousins and aunt were waiting on me for an hour. My Aunt Emily made her speech on the big day today while she did my hair. It was annoying, but Jenna and Lisa were babbling about how beautiful we're going to look as a family. Aunt Emily finished my hair with a simple braid that she did a lot when Jenna and Lisa were born.

They then applied makeup on my face; I didn't like it so much. It felt like my visage was being attacked with dirt, which was enough for me. But in the end I looked gorgeous.

I escaped for the others, to my room. When I enter the black and red bedroom I saw a bright red dress that was knee length on my bed.

I change into it; I started to pull on it lower, not wanting anymore exposed skin. I then soon gave up. And found some high heels. I put them on and walk in them, but kept tripping over and over.

My mother came in saw me tripping.

"Elizabeth, be more careful." she sighed.

If that were simple, you're not in high heels. I thought. She looks at my expression then helps me up, walked me to the downstairs.

We got there late, but not too late...