You were a witch. You lived in a forest in a small cabin where everything was combined into a huge room. You live far from the village so that people won't find you and report you to King Philza, the King of the Antarctic Empire. You walked through the forest, collecting flowers and herbs in general. It was peaceful until someone bumped into you. Your gaze fell on the youngest prince of King Philza, Tommy. The prince shook his head and looked up at you. His eyes were like a bright blue sky. His eyes widened a little, but he didn't look scared, but more surprised.

— Your blue eyes are wonderful, dawn boy, a drop of nectar, a drop of poison.

You said that, but there was a glint in the prince's eyes.

"Are you real?? I've heard of witches, but I thought it was fiction!!!!"

The prince jumped up and down with happiness and what he saw.