Two hunters are sharing hunting stories in a campfire by the woods, father and daughter.
The father tells his daughter, also a gifted hunter, about some legend: "Every river, every pond, every woodland and even the skies themselves are protected by the gods, the place we are in is sacred, or so they say." "This land is protected by the deer god- his father continued- that was once killed and came back to life within the body of the hunter that killed it." Even as it was just that, a story, the huntress was intrigued, how come something dead can come back to life to get even?
"Tell me more father, who was this deer god and who was the hunter that killed it?"
"The hunter's name was lost many years ago, he was young and skilled, perhaps more that you and me in the art of hunting, and he was deeply in love." "Her name was Jessica, a girl of a family of wealthy merchants that dreamed of becoming aristocrats someday. He was poor but handsome, and they made love on many occasions, she was the