It was the first dry autumn morning after several rainy days. Little white clouds were slowly flowing in the bright blue sky, the wind was cool, but not very strong. Yellow and red leaves which have still been left on the trees were falling on the ground, slowly covering the mess of the Southbridge village's main road.

Even though the weather was fairly pleasant, and the villagers were seen in their yards, no kids were playing in the streets. It seemed like everyone was trying to stay as close to their houses as possible.

A not very tall figure in a deep-purple cloak, head covered with a hood, was quickly approaching a small house at the edge of the village. The figure attracted a few long glances and two neighbouring women shared loud whispers across the fences of their homes, pointing at the young woman crossing the village, but this attention wasn't distracting her from approaching the rickety wooden house and firmly knocking on its door.

No reply followed, she knocked again and waited for some time before taking a walk around the house, knocking on the dusty windows and trying to look inside, then knocking on the back door, before returning to the front one.

"I know you're in there! It took me a few weeks to find you," the young woman shouted. "And you must listen to me!"

No answer again, so the woman leaned on the wall of the old house, taking a rest for a minute.

"I have a letter from Elaine, it had to be sent to you many years ago," the young woman paused, as she heard someone's steps on the other side of the wall. "And it's addressed to Bave…"

"Shhh!" the girl was interrupted, as the door slammed open and someone's hand pulled her into the house, a tall old man quickly shut the door behind her.

Inside it was looking different than what she saw through the dusty windows while trying to reach the owner of this place. It was still old wood everywhere – walls, floor, furniture, but it was neat and clean.

"That name was not supposed to be pronounced here! How did you come to...