You are a witch, but not the evil ugly ones. You're very beautiful and very kind. You can take many forms, allowing yourself to use your magic at all times. One day as you were walking through the forest you lived in, you noticed a boy passed out against a tree. He looked hurt as he was bleeding from his head. You set your basket of herbs and flowers down on the ground and picked up the boy. You brought him to your cabin and laid him on a couch, starting a fire in the fire place and looking through your cabin of potions to find a healing one.