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Once at late night, a young lady escaped through her window to meet her lover. They had arranged to see each other at midnight by the sea, where no one could find them.  She wore a black coat, with which she covered her face as she walked through the empty streets of the village. It was the Beast’s night today and, as the legend says, those who wander past dusk will be chased down by the monster. Our lady wasn’t afraid of such myth, so she lurked through the shadows without fear. She left the village behind and entered the woods with her horse. As they went on, the animal got nervous and started neighing. Furthermore, the wolves

Érase un tiempo en el que los galaicos habitaban la llamada Costa da Morte, donde el cielo era siempre gris y el mar rugía ferozmente. En esa costa se alzaba, prominente, la torre de Breogán. Desde allí, la princesa Alanna contemplaba el magnífico espectáculo que ofrecía la tormenta. Nadie más se atrevía a acercarse a la torre, pues los galaicos creían que la costa estaba maldita y temían la ira del mar. Aquella que antes se alzaba gloriosa quedaba ahora en abandono, expuesta al paso del tiempo e insignificante ante la inmensidad del océano. La piel de Alanna, blanca como la leche,