Baba Yagá? Cassandra had to think about that. She remembered the stories of her childhood. She remembered listening to her mom read them to her.
The story of Baba Yagá made every child shudder. Was this strange world the origin of all the fairytales?
Vasilisa stood there and looked at the house in silence. She hesitated and that frightened Cassandra. If the Czarevna, powerful and confident, was not sure of what to do, there must be a grave danger lurking.
After what seemed an eternity, Vasilisa rose from her place and started toward the chicken-legged hut. She waved Cassandra to follow behind her. Cassandra bit her tongue, feeling anxious. No more chicken leg and henhouse jokes.
The night was so calm and silent, she felt like they were walking into a still-life painting. As they got ha
