You were in your little cottage. Right now, it was the medieval times and because of your red hair, you were called a “witch”. Suddenly, you heard lots and lots of yelling outside. You went out.

Someone was selling a Boy around the age of 18. He had black hair, indigo eyes and looked very hungry. You felt guilty for him, so you shouted: “Give him to me!!”

Now, you have the boy in the corner, scared and doesn’t even trust you. Not even the food.

“Why did you adopt me, you witch.” He said bluntly.