1608. Amsterville forest.

"Hey, Maya, gather the shrubs and go feed the horses." A fair-skinned woman with red lips and a rather large straw hat called from a small room opposite the big space meant to be a pub.

A tall, lanky girl showed up from the crowds standing in the room, some drunk and some still sober. It was still early night but she was full of chores already. Holding a tray of cups and punch wraps, her curly brown hair swayed behind her. Sleek eyebrows, full red lips, purple eyes, and beautiful curls for hair. The exact definition of a Spanish beauty. A Sansa band at the corner...