Ireland, 1907. The Dohertys move to the wooded region of Wexford County where, among the few neighbors, they meet Erynn. She is a sweet and lonely old woman, but they know very little about her past. Her strange attitude and her yearning to meet Aly...
"About two hours, Alyssa. Don't be impatient." Answered Rowan, the little girl's father.
The Dohertys were heading to their new home in Wexford on a cold and rainy April morning. But it was not surprising. The weather in Wexford was always rainy, unlike Drogheda, where the warm and even sometimes suffocating rays of sunlight welcomed people since the very first days of spring.
Finally, they arrived. A mountain house with stone walls and wood finishes peeked through the tall pine trees, plentiful in Wexford, whose long leaves were covered with thick raindrops that provided the environment a sense of calm and relief.
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"Go explore the house, Alyssa. Your belongings are already in your room. If you explore the outside make sure not to get too far away, and wear your rubber boots and a raincoat, okay?" Ciara said, throwing a sweet but firm glance at her daughter, who could barely contain the urge to know the house and snoop around in each room.
"Yes, mother." The girl said as she got into the fresh, humid forest.
After looking into every place and hidden spaces in the house and outside down the pieces of ground that surrounded it, Alyssa went upstairs and fell asleep.
Rowan and Ciara were talking by the fireplace, which they lit to add a bit of warmth to the cold room.
"It's a strange fact that houses are so far from each other, isn't it, honey?"
"My dear, it's a normal thing in a wooded area like Wexford is for houses to be that scattered. Besides, you'll have enough freedom to pick plenty of berries from the nearby bushes and make your homemade jams, don't you think?"
She nodded and, having said that, they both settled down to rest and clear their minds from the long trip they had just made. They went out into the front yard and deeply into the forest covered by nothing but an umbrella. It was thoroughly difficult to define the known area of the rest of the forest since everything was covered with bushes, pines and fog; and the rain was copiously pouring down. At each step, Ciara found surprised that the blackberry bushes available were perfect for her to make their jars of homemade jams without hassle.
They were wandering the land when suddenly repaired on a lake that about five hundred feet away from the house. The shore of the lake was lined with rocks and moss. A thick fog, concentrated in the center, looked like a layer placed there intentionally to take care of the other side of the forest from the eyes of the curious and keep aware to those who dared to pass through it. Ciara shuddered soberly because of the gloomy aspect of the place when she saw, through the eventual lack of light, something that appeared to be a small lantern near a house on the other side of the lake.
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