A quiet evening in the summer. The blue-late-evening air is filled with warmth but its also eventually cooling down. What a pleasant time it is right now in the village! The village is surrounded by a forest and there is also a river nearby. They say that a long time ago, maybe 50 years ago, an Alchemist used to live in this village. But he has long since died.

A girl in a dirty white dress that was now more brown than white, knocked on the door of one of the houses.

(knock-knock)

Another girl in traditional rural clothing opened the door.

"Hello, who is it -

oh, my, you look hungry! Come in, come in. I shall give you some food and water. You can stay here."

Rose entered but she was too tired to see who let her in. She just absent-mindedly nodded in agreement.

Rose was absolutely exhausted from walking without food for two days. She couldn't even perceive what was happening around her properly. She immediately ate a bread and drank some milk from the table, as soon as she finished she layed on the wooden bench which she was sitting on, she collapsed on it and fell asleep.

...

When Rose woke up, she saw that she was sleeping in a bed - a simple villager bed, but it was still more luxurious than anything she had ever slept on in her entire life.

"Yawwwwwwnnn... What a nice morning. The sun is shining so nice from the window... I really like the wooden walls - they're made out of logs... Oh, right I'm in a villager house right now. I wonder where everybody is?"

Nobody seemed to be around. The window was open. Rose looked out of it. Rose was surprised at how quiet everything was. She could clearly hear birds singing. She was really surprised at how wonderful everything in this place was. In her own city, Liore, everything was dusty and covered in sand, sure , they had a river too, but in this village there were just so much more trees, flowers, grass, everything! For a second she even thought that she arrived to heaven but then she pinched herself to return to reality.

Then she noticed a set of rural clothings laying at the edge of the bed where she awoke. "Is this for me? Probably, but it would be awkward if I touch someone else's clothes. I won't touch them." Rose left the room.

She discovered that the house had only three rooms - a bedroom, a kitchen, and an entrance room. The whole house was built around a brick oven, and the oven chimney stuck out of the roof right in the middle. The house was certainly really small and old - in fact, Rose of course didn't know this, but it was built 96 years ago. In the kitchen she found boiled potatoes, a bowl of sour cream and a plate with salt. She ate half of the food on the table and exited the house and started looking at the scenery from the small wooden porch.

"Hey! Good morning, girl!" Somebody called Rose.

She saw a young girl roughly her age, maybe a few years older, approaching the house with a handful of brushwood.

"Hello!" Rose replied.