Caerena: A Pictish Tale My name’s Caerena. I was a Pict who lived in the northeastern part of Britain together with my hard bitten people who lived in a bloody feud -- fiery, savage, deceitful, robust and brutal. Come with me in the renowned Britain. Come with me back to AD 81, the year when I was fifteen. I was awakened by the loud noise, which, I thought, came from the starry, awful forest. I could still hear the crickets humming, winds were gusting with great squalls and suddenly I found myself staring again in my little dagger, still stained with blood I could hardly remove. This was given by my father Ungust, who, without doubt, was the best chieftain of all the Pictish tribes, extolled and feared by the Romans and other barbarians. I was his only child and even if I was a girl, he still managed to treat me without dullness, without staleness. The dagger, which was likely the only stuff he has given to me, had been lying on a cushion since then, though I hated blood as much as I do for the Romans. They raped and killed my mother. I remembered the noise, which made me tremble; my hands were cold; and my feet were faltering. My heartbeats were slowly grinding me into pieces as I walked towards the window and slowly paved the curtains to peak. I saw an image of a boy vague in the darkness, but I could still distinguished that he was like walking towards the window—towards me! The wolves howled in the plain tops. And before I could turn my back, the boy had spoken, in a gentle, soft but audible manner. “Caerena, are you afraid?” That voice. Who can ever forget that voice? I looked at the boy again and I was right. Enfret, the son of my father’s older sister, Munait, and the future successor of the throne had come to visit me. He entered the house and had a seat. I hugged him and told my maids to prepare some food for him. My heart was still pounding to death; I liked him since we were still mere children. “I’m glad you came here.” “Have you not received my letter? I told you that I’m going to visit you.” “But, I haven’t received one.” “ Ugh, never mind. Anyway, I came here for a reason. Caerena, I would like you to be my wife.” “ Enfret, does my father know about it?” “No, not yet, but we will tell him soon if everything goes right. Do you get me? I told my mother about this and so, blessed me. I’ve been loving you since then, dreaming to be your husband, wishing that I could protect you from everything.” Would you not mind to give me a plot about what