This is a pagans world.

She stood up from the bed just as she finished her second braid that now gently swayed behind her while she slowly walked on the wooden floor that was covered only by a thin, woolen carpet. She carelessly stepped from one toe to another with a just a hint of smile forming on her lips. It seemed as if she was gliding just above the ground like a nymph straight from the stories the older folks in the village where telling to the children.

Her blonde hair shined like a gold in the morning sun. She always wore them as two braids that ended just above her slim waist. Her big eyes had a color of a peacefull ocean and they glimmered with something - a spark that could dazzle any men. Her face was considered cute by some and sultry by others. Cute when you focused on her eyes but sultry if your gaze followed her shapely lips. They were rosy-pink, thick and soft. Her upper lip had a very pronounced shape of a cupid bow. Her lips looked like a small pillows that you want to touch and feel. Her face was adorned with subtle freckles and petite nose.

Rest of her body was as pretty as her face - slim neck just above a pronounced collarbone, that didn't stand a chance in a fight for attention when next to her ample and firm breasts. They were the center of dreams and fantasies of many of the villagers. There were woman in the village that had even more generous bosom, but most of them were older and they just weren't the same. They weren't as perfectly shaped, as firm, as luscious, nor as prominent. They were a little pale when compared to a warm tone of her velvet skin. Her pink, protrouding, thick nipples only added to lewdness of her image in the eyes of man. Below her breasts a visible outline of her ribcage lead to a flat and narrow belly that expanded into a wide hips and firm butt that formed a heart.

She stopped at the table and picked up a wreath made out of flowers and herbs that grew in the glade behind her house. She carefully fixed one of the flowers that made it up and placed it on her blonde head. It was a symbol of her purity. She's a girl, she had never been with a man and today are her birthday and a celebration of her coming of age. She will pray to the gods, praise them, give them gifts and ask for a blessing for her coming into adulthood. That's how every girl celebrates her 18th birthday in her nation but she was always considered special, a beauty gifted by gods, a girl every boy dreamed about. That's why celebrations were bigger than they would normally be and all of the village was involved in it.

Suddenly the doors opened and an elder woman swiftly entered the room. She was holding a long, red cape with black runes emroidered on it.

"Nadya, my dear daughter, it's time. Are you ready to meet the Council?" - she asked stretching the cape in her arms in inviting manner.