A small village, nestled into the country side. A clear river runs through it. On a hillside nearby, a cottage, alone, yet still part of the community
The people here are friendly, if cautious. They may not know how the arcane works, but they know she means no harm. Still, that caution keeps them from being overbearing, she enjoys the quiet while she studies.
On occasional visits, they bring her food, and more exciting, ingredients. But the most exciting is when someone goes to one of the big cities, or somewhere else far afield, and brings back a new book for her. New spells, new knowledge. Learning. One can never learn too much
...or can they?
One person, their face unremembered, perhaps deliberately forgotten, brings her a tome. It is dark, in aura and contents. Her curiosity coaxes it open one night. The memory becomes fuzzier. Dark things come from it. Shadowy figures descend on the cottage in the night
She must flee. Not here. Anywhere else. To nowhere
The train to nowhere
fly into the night