The sun started turning a blood red as the heat grew hotter and hotter late that evening, Something was in the Air most certainly that late afternoon. Everyone that was out and about trying to do some last minute shopping before the Gypsies left town even though no one knew if they would in fact leave or not. Sweat seemed to be streaming down their bodies like a brook that had lost its way. Everyone that is except a small frail woman who was shroud in what looked like some sort of cloak. She walked with a cane and a slight limp not many had noticed her enter town. One person did notice her and that was the Gypsy woman who seemingly was frightened by her presence. Word started to spread and questions were raised "who was she and what did she want? was she the one who had brought the curse all those years ago? or was she something else?" Not many knew and more were very skeptical of her. What was her name? At a closer look the right side of her cloak had a letter that was sewn quite raggedy, the letter was E! but what did it stand for? no one wanted to ask her, and in fact no one seemed to want to even approach her at all. for all around her as she gimped her way across the grasses a foul odor was present and the air was very very stale. But why? what was going to happen now? As she approached the young Gypsy woman whose face was a perfect as any woman would die to look like, something had changed. For the young Gypsy seemed to bow down as if bowing to royalty. But why? The frail woman slipped her hand under the chin of the gypsy and smiled at her lifting her head up to look in her eyes. Without saying a word, more was said by that look than anyone can possibly imagine. They walked slowly toward the brook in the center of town arm in arm as the towns people stood by staring.