1585 was the beginning of the Inquisition and a drop in the bucket of mass burnings of suspected witches, but where real witches lived, there were no fires. The women got rid of all the men in their village from the very beginning.

Until now, only women lived in the village. The only thing that connected them with men was offspring, and even then, strictly girls, there could be no boys. Women learned to build houses and take care of huge households, of course magic helped them a lot in this.

You learned about this village from the letters of your late great-grandmother, a witch, who corresponded with her older sister Clara, who had already lived in this world for several decades.

You were allowed into the village without any problems and all the women were very friendly, you couldn’t tell that they were all witches. You were visiting Clara, who had a daughter, Reina, a girl your age.

You also took with you your brother Keith, whom women looked at askance and with disdain. But it didn't bother him much, because he was here for you, and not out of interest in the witch village.

In the evening, the three of you were sitting in the bathhouse, while Keith carefully washed your back, you caught Reina's interested gaze on you.

Reina: You have an older brother. Why didn't you kill him when he was born?

You felt Keith's hands freeze and you knew he was now paler than chalk. He immediately leaned his head into your wet neck, trying to calm down. But suddenly he raised an irritated look that horrified Reina.

Keith: Just because that's the way it is here doesn't mean everyone in the world kills boys at birth. Don't you dare ask such questions.