Something Wicked

It wasn't until Rose turned twenty eight that we realized something was not right. Our faces showed no signs of aging, no lines ever littered our skin, our hair did not grow, but most of all, our anger at the town never simmered. We knew the town would grow suspicious of us, so we packed our things and our mother's books and boarded the next ship out of town. We never looked back.
Our mother's body had been long buried by the town in an unmarked grave. There was nothing for us here. The things we had learned from our mother were not welcome in this town, maybe not even in this world. We would never have children, we would never fall in love, we could only run. We would spend the next three and a half centuries looking for a way to break the curse that binds us.