The Drunken Night (3)

I sat up in the chair and began to write, to write the story of the woman in the forest:

Once upon a time, there was a kind man. Everyone in town admired him for his kindness. One day he decided to explore the surroundings of the village a bit as a daily exercise routine when he heard a slight melody, it came from the nearby forest, for a moment he thought about it, it was still daylight, but the intrigue led him to venture into the depths of the woods.

Within the forest he walked for several minutes following the melody, until he found some ruins, suddenly that melody disappeared, now only the silence reigned in that place surrounded by stones and buildings destroyed by time, a chill ran through his body, unsure of how to feel in that place, he decided to leave, but when he looked back he saw a small tomb with an offering, this curious man approached to realize that the flowers were recent.

He turned once more to what he could see a woman in white priestess rob