Catherine
She is who “Spirit” girl in the forest
Avra K’Davarah “Ancient magic words that cure the disease”
I’m in a countryside in France now. Southeast? I feel like
Nice? Such words come to mind.
I can see the mountains in the distance, not far away. I don’t feel the sea.
Her words are very strong accent. It’s similar to French I know, but not.
She can’t read and write.
But if she spells her name, her first letter is C, not K.
She should be spelled the same as jack’s sister, Cathy, in the Americas. She is about the age of a high school girl in modern times. She is between the ages of sixteen and seventeen.
My hair is blonde. I have my hair braided and tied at the back. I have blue eyes. My skin is clear and white, and it has a beautiful face. My height is at least 160 cm. It weighs about 55 kg and has well-proportioned proportions.
I don’t look much like my mother. And my appearance is dingy. Occasionally, I even take a bathing in the river.
My house is very poor. I never thought it was poor, but it really feels like living that day. It’s like a small shack-like house.
There is a small window next to the doorway, and the only light that enters the house is from there.
By the wall, there is a fireplace that looks like a pile of stones, where you can boil soup or bake kneaded wheat to make bread.
There is a table there.
It’s a gray table that’s worn out and has a raised grain.
There are plates made by hollowing out wood and wooden spoons for the number of family’s.
That’s it for tableware. I usually eat it by hand.
There is no bed. Sleep on the laid straw.
I don’t wear shoes either.
I’m barefoot. My feet got bigger and my shoes didn’t fit.
I love this windowsill.
I am satisfied with this life. To the villagers, we would look desperate and poor to live that day. But I never thought I was unhappy.
I always thought I was happy. The reason is that birds come from the forest to chat.
They are simple mind.
They are always speaks very fast.. We were hungry and we played. And. It’s nothing like that.
But we are having fun.
The wind also speaks to me. They says going to get cold soon. and I also understand the words of the trees in the forest. They are very laid back. I think they have lived a very, very long time.
So I knew a little about herbs as they taught me.
A grass that eliminates pain, lowers fever, and heals injured wounds when the stomach hurts. Soil also has the power to cure diseases. Soil may be eaten, but it is also applied to the affected area like a compress. This is a special soil. It is different from the soil in the field.
I was able to talk with animals, the earth, the trees in the forest, the sun, the moon, and the stars in the night sky.
I’m a special gift from God.
So it’s only natural that this gift will help people who are sick and in need. That’s a matter of course.
The old trees in the forest tell me what kind of herb it is.
Of course, how to use the herbs.
I took a glass of water that springs from the rocks of the mountain and just drank it to cure the illness of the villagers. Everyone was very happy.
But, this was something that shouldn’t be done.
There is no sign of a father.
Occasionally, from the woods, an ugly lumberjack man visits his house with a rabbit or a bird.
He is not a father
The man comes to see my mother. My mother is meeting for what the man brings.
I then go as far as possible from my house. I didn’t like being at home.
Grandma, mother and younger brother. That’s it for my family.
I don’t feel like I have good friends.
I’m sure my friend has gone away from me.
I’m sure, because I think that I was a strange girl who is different from the people around.
But I’m not alone.
I feel like my mother is a worst compatibility to me.
My mother thinks I’m in the way.
My little brother also thinks I’m scared. He seems to be scared of my eyes, as I was cures illnesses.
You can see that only my grandma loves me.
I love grandma.
My clothes are what I’m wearing now. A dingy dress made of a slightly stiff and stiff fabric. I wear an apron that is close to the hem of the dress.
And the apron is also dirty.
When I was standing by the window that day,
I have a bad feeling.
It feels like something very, very bad happens.
The birds and the wind make a lot of noise.
They are in a hurry, saying, “They are coming. You have to run away. hurry!”
But what should I do if I say I’ll run away? I don’t even know where to go.
And finally they are coming.
They came to catch me.
The cheesy doors of our house are kicked and torn by them, and the armored giants in front of the door catch me roughly.
A man with a small shave on his head is reading something like a scroll in words I don’t know.
I’m badly beaten by them or pulled in my hair and made me kneel in front of the man.
I don’t know what he’s saying, but I knew only the result.
I will be burned at the stake.