Fifteen years passed as the small village grew to become a town, finally earning the title 'La Monte.' It was translated as 'The Mountain,' due to the fact that it was perched precariously on the edge of a mountain.

Those fifteen years had also affected the residents of La Monte. Being a frail child at birth, Dawn was small for her age of fifteen. Black hair draped itself naturally over her left eye, which nobody knew the color of, while her right eye sparkled midnight blue.

Her skin was pale, nearly the color of moonlight. Dawn and Terra didn't mind it, but just about every other resident of La Monte feared her and considered Dawn as a cursed demon cast out from the Nether to punish the Overlands people.

Being small and shy, the only times that Dawn would venture outside were to draw water from the well in front of Terra's clinic. For the rest of her time, Dawn would linger inside the physician's home, learning all she could about medicine from both Terra and Terra's massive collection of books.

One day, Dawn decided to go explore the town. Not understanding just how much the other residents despised her, she ventured out in broad daylight to the trading post, money in hand. She puffed up her chest and tried to look important.

"Hello, sir," Dawn said hesitantly to the trader, tapping him on the shoulder from behind.

"Do you have any books up for sale?" The reaction elicited from the trader was hilarious in retrospect.

"Oh, Notch almighty!" The humble trader swore in surprise, whipping around on one heel.

"Who the bloody Nether are you?" The very confused trader asked bewilderedly, lifting an eyebrow at the strange-looking girl standing behind him. She was obviously nothing like the rest of the town, seeing as she wanted a book.

"The bloody rest of your town is extremely illiterate, girl," the trader frowned.

"What be possessing you to ask for one of them contraptions?" He asked, staring at the fifteen year old who was the size of a nine year old. Dawn shrugged.

"I just like to read, that's all," she replied. The trader, whose name was of no importance, stared at the girl who looked and acted exactly like she was from another town. One that encouraged reading, that is.

"Aye, I've got one." The bewildered trader said finally, handing Dawn a thick black book labeled 'The Three Worlds.' Dawn hesitated, not taking the book.

"How much?" She asked warily, protectively patting her pockets.

"I'd give it to ya for free, little missy, but policy says otherwise. How's this? I'll cut you a deal. Five gold ingots." The trader grinned. Dawn smiled shyly at the trader. He was robbing her, that was true, but she wanted that book.

"Deal," Dawn said finally, handing the trader her money. He grinned at her and rested the book in her small, pale hands.

"Enjoy," he smiled, hopping up onto his horse. He did not leave until the strange girl left the square, her nose stuffed inside the book already.