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The cool autumn wind blew through the sky, carrying with it the scent of a weary earth ready for a rest. It picked up the red and brown leaves and tossed them up to the heavens, to fall back to the earth and settle in the road. A carriage rattled down the road over the crisp leaves, stirring them up for a moment, before they settled back down to rest.
Jacob sat, staring out of the tiny window of the tiny carriage, reminiscing about his previous adventures with his brother in the little village they were approaching. His thoughts were interrupted with every rut the rickety old carriage hit. Will sweared loudly whenever this happened, and spurred the old sick mare onward. The mare cost next to nothing, and she was all the brothers could afford; the carriage they had "commandeered" when the owner's back was turned. Jacob thought, as they went over another bump and a torrent of swearing streamed through the window, that the owner may not miss it.
"We're almost there, Jake," Will cried over the din of the carriage's groaning.
"Mmm-hmmm…" Jacob hummed idly, swatting at the leaves that blew in through the window. He unfolded the letter in his hand from Anjelika for the thousandth time and read it. There was something about it that he just couldn't understand.
Jacob Grimm:
I send you fond greetings from my home. I hope all is well. I wish you to come and visit me at my village before the weather forbids any contact between us. There are many things I wish to discuss with you that I cannot relate here. Send Will my love as well.
Anjelika Strauss
Written in the hand of Nikolaus Zauberer, village scholar.
She seemed so secretive in her letter--quiet and reserved, which Jacob knew very well were not words that described his outspoken friend. And who was this Nikolaus Zauberer? Was he a stranger, or just a recluse whom the brothers didn't see on their last adventure in the village? Was Anjelika afraid of him for some reason?
He sighed for the thousandth time that day as the little village loomed ever closer on the horizon. They would arrive before dark, and he could ask her about it himself. Until then, he would have to content himself with staring at the dull gray sky, trying to fathom the secrets that were set before him in the letter from Anjelika.