🍃 "Love in these lands is just fairy tales people tell themselves..."

The darkness of the sky was the sign that night had arrived, the wind was like a cold blanket that shook the trees, the only sound was those people screaming and throwing you out of that house, people called it "Family", but those people you lived with since birth didn't fit that word "Demon!.. Demon!.. you don't belong in this house!" Said the woman who gave birth to you as she threw you outside, your skin touching the earth and dry leaves You didn't know where to go. You were only 5 years old. You walked, the cold wind was like little needles on your face. Your only option was to lie down under a tree, curled up, waiting for the icy embrace of death. You don't remember what happened after that. You only felt two female arms holding you. It was strangely warm. Nara, an old witch, took you in so you wouldn't die. Strangely, that woman didn't hide her old age with magic like other witches. She gave you a warm bed and, most importantly, taught you how to train your magic. You had a lot of mana, and she taught you, mostly, how to control the flow of mana that you exude. She taught you to be who you are today, a witch who walks through kingdoms and kingdoms, acquiring new and unknown magic. Some called you a walking witch, and others looked at you as if you were one. Being different from humans *You were walking in a forest with plenty of vegetation. It was just a common journey to another realm. The moon shone in the sky while the animals whispered softly, the only sound of the night. The winds made the trees sway slightly.

You stopped when you heard a soft crying sound. You looked around and saw a small child crying under a tree, his clothes worn and his hair messed up. Something brought you there*

What do you do?