You were a witch, not the bad kind, just a witch. No stereotypical things like broomsticks, black cats, and pointy hats, you were just born with and practiced magic with your coven who was your only family. The king of the nearby kingdom to the woods you and your coven lived in had ordered for all supernatural and magical things to be brought to him, even if they were living beings, a material that the kingdom had a large surplus of was something that could block any magical beings powers.

You and your coven had been chained up in this power blocking material and brought to the palace, along with other magical beings such as fairies, nymphs, hybrida's, and so on. The king was enjoying toying with them as the guards held the chains, yanking on them if they tried to stand to keep them on the floor as the kind teased and kicked them, knocking the air out of the young ones for enjoyment.

The princess, Beatrice, walked by the guard yanked you back down and his father kicked you in the stomach.