I sat on a sturdy bow of a live oak tree and gaze out at the endless expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. It was only a few weeks since we landed on Roanoke Island. I couldn't believe how beautiful and peaceful it was. It was covered in fields of lilies and the smell of oranges drifted in from the mainland. The calming sea breeze made you feel so careless and free.

I couldn't believe that I was in the New World. I was sure that I was going to miss the gently rolling downs of the English countryside, but now I know that nothing could be better than living here where the land was wild and untamed. Even the natives seemed friendly enough.

The week before was my fifteenth birthday. I had begged my mother to let me spend it in England, but we would've missed our only chance to set sail.

"Lucy!" I heard my mother calling me from the camp. "Come help me make these men some dinner!" I dropped down from my perch, taking a deep breath of the crisp Autumn air. I could already smell the sausages sizzling on my mother's frying pan. We were celebrating the birth of the first English child born in the New World. Her name was Virginia Dare, the granddaughter of John White, the man who led the expedition.

I flew across the marshy field, my long, mousey-brown hair flowing out behind me. The scent of cooking food and the sound of bright, cheery music filled the air. I passed by a group of children playing together.

I ran up to my mother who was helping to make dinner for the festival. I set to work cooking the carrots and radishes. These are fine delicacies that were very hard to find back in England. I though that my life was going to be perfect.

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In the shadows cast by the campfire, unnoticed by the settlers, a beautiful woman with raven-black hair sat huddled round a small fire of her own. She picked up a knife and sliced the palm of her hand, squeezing the thick blood into a small earthenware bowl that she held in her lap.

She took a handful of rodent bones and dropped them into the bowl. She muttered some words and cast the contents of the bowl into the fire. With a hiss, the fire was extinguished, leaving only a small trail of smoke.