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 all 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. Before it was a dead garden with crusty old autumn leaves scattered along the pale green grass and only one bare tree where a broken black bird feeder just managed to hang. Along the path from Zara’s house was a long road the road to the well and of course there were some decent houses far from there little village was a kingdom a king and a queen ruled they worshiped that king as it was the only close kingdom they could obey.