<div style="text-align: justify;">Otterburn was one of those towns where not much happened nowadays. With around a thousand inhabitants, many of the families had lived there for generations, in the same properties, only the houses being modernized to fit the passage of time. Even the businesses passed from father to son, and so on. It felt like things didn't change.<br/><br/>Some people left when young, and then returned to raise families in their town. Some inhabitants joked that the town cast a spell on those born there. Some married people from outside the town, and brought them in. Some others ended up marrying someone they had met as children.<br/><br/>That had been the case with the Benbows. Mr. Edward Benbow's family had lived there for at least ten generations. Mrs. Catherine Benbow, Bailey as a maiden, had also come from a family whose history stretched way back. The couple had had only one daughter - named Georgina, after her father’s mother. Gina, as she was called at home, was a vivacious girl, a little bit of a tomboy.<br/><br/>She enjoyed climbing trees, swimming, getting lost in the forest that took part of the town and finding her way back with the help of Earl, the old German Shepherd the family had. It was a simple life, and at six, Gina couldn’t be happier. She felt like nothing was missing in her life.<br/><br/>At the moment, a sunny Sunday afternoon, Gina was once again in her favorite spot in the world. Being in the forest meant being at home for her. She had been running, climbing trees, picking green fruits and eating them happily. After all the activity, Gina had finally sat down to rest with Earl by her side. Her little hand tugged leaves and branches off of the dog’s fur, when the animal suddenly jumped to his feet. Without giving his young companion time for anything, the dog dashed away, sniffing the air with Gina on his heels.<br/><br/>“Earl! Stop! Wait”, the little girl screamed. The animal only stop, growling, in front of a boy roughly Gina’s age. Getting on her knees, the girl wrapped her arms around the dog’s neck so it wouldn’t attack. “I’m sorry about that”, she spoke, above the growling. “He won’t bite you, I’ve got him. Just don’t run”.</div>