Old tales.
Prince Alexander POV
These were the last days of summer. The sun is burning. Soon it will be dark again. Every autumn it happens again and again. People of this village end up dead during the first days of fall. But let me guide you through it....
Lots of years ago there was a family who had a baby girl. They lived slightly out of the village. Near the pine tree forest. The had a beautiful baby girl. The years past and the girl grew older. She was exceptional beautiful. It was said that she was prettier than venus. Every woman in the village hated her and every man wanted to make her his. On the first days of September there was a fire in their house. Legend has it that the villagers put the fire because they believed that such beauty could only exist via wichcraft. As the mother and the father were burning they coursed everyone who took part in this and their bloodline... Both the mother and the father died. But she was nowhere to be found.
Since then people die of unexpected reasons every fall... There must be a way of stopping it. Maybe the answer is hiding in what happened to the girl. Maybe not.