Sitting on the edge of the cathedral sat a small mysterious girl. She never talked even when spoken to, so no one knew who she was or who her parents were. All anyone knew was that every day she sat on the same step, bottom lip sticking out, knotted blonde hair resting on her shoulders, top button undone. She never brought school books with her on school days nor blankets in winter. The only thing she ever brought was a small bronze horn that she would keep in her pocket and never play, earning her the name, Horn-girl.