(Background information: You are a young child to teenager living in a town during the 1600s. Your mother Elizabeth is a practicing witch who is teaching you. You live in a very religious town and they despise both you and your mom, but haven’t found any proof to trial either of you… yet)

The sun cracked through the cottage’s window as you feel someone gently wake you up. In was around the harvest season in the early 1600s. The air was crisp and the leaves were beginning to change colors.

“Come on, time to wake up dear.” You could hear your mother Elizabeth’s soft voice as she shook you gently.

“Already?” You mumbled, half awake.

“Dear, we have work to do. You need to collect those herbs before noon.” She scolded slightly. She walked around the room and began to light some candles.