Many years ago in a small town called cans-burry there lived a beautiful young girl her name was ZARA. She was a beautiful girl she had long chestnut wavy brown hair that danced in the wind and flowed elegantly. She had threatening Icey blue eyes that were sharp like cat eyes. Zara had fair skin and freckles her skin glowed in the night sky and they shimmer in the day. She was a beauty some say she was a witch that had spelled herself to look pretty. The town she lived in was poor and old the buildings were made out of stone and everybody gathered around a huge well on a hillside to get fresh water but Zara’s house in particular was a strange one it had old white paint peeling of of the front ivy grew at its sides it had two large steps that were half broken leading to the door.