04/01/1602
Villager (Margaret)
As I was picking wild raspberries in the forest, I spotted two women. I thought they might need some help, so I took a step closer to them; that's when I heard their conversion. “And that's how I ended up here.” The brown haired woman says.
“Amora, I'm so sorry…” The red haired woman pulls the other who I now know as Amora into an embrace. “I won't let them hurt you again, I promise.” I take a step back, stepping on a tree branch. The second woman seems to hear me, she pulls away from Amora, and glances into my direction. “Let's go inside. It isn't safe here.” I watch the two walk out of the forest, and into Whitlock Manor, where the beast lies.
“I have to tell the village what I just saw.” I think to myself, before dropping the berries, and running back down the trail. "Help! Help!" I shout, as I run into the village. Marigold, an elderly woman, stops me. "Child, what's the matter?" She asks.
"I saw… I saw-"
"Spit it out."