When I was eighteen years old my father, King Andrew Reginald of Scotland; my sixteen-year-old sister, Princess Stephanie Christine; and I, Princess Aleida Eleonora, were travelling from Melrose to Edinburgh.
Our carriage was pulled by six horses from the royal stable; eight soldiers were riding in front and eight behind it. Night arrived, and a beautiful full moon appeared in the sky.
While my father and sister were sleeping, I moved the red curtains from the window. All of a sudden I thought I saw a group of large creatures running among the trees on the left side of the road.
My window got foggy and when I was cleaning it, the carriage tumbled a few times. When it finally landed I heard multiple shots, horrifying screams, and loud wolf-like howling.
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