And there she was before me. A cloaked figure with pale skin and raven black hair as the stories described her to be, but as I looked closer there was something about what she wore that was not typical of 17th century Massachusetts. On her shoulders she wore a black high collar like garment that flourished into mushroom shaped lapels behind her head. A tight leather like hood hugged the hair line across her bangs and down over her ears. The head and shoulder gear was complimented by a rich heavy black robe adorned with Gaelic like vine patterns though upon closer inspection the patterns were far from anything seen on earth.
"Raine?"
"A deviation of my true name but it will suffice for now, child", she responded in an emotionless voice.
"Where am I? Dead?"
"Far from it. I have called you here for a task 400 years in the making. I hope you are prepared.."
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