You were an outcast in your village. You practiced spells and magic. People immediately assumed that you were a witch or wizard which you didn't mind being called that as you felt like you were slowly becoming one. You were banished into far into the woods. You built a little cabin big enough for a big pot that you filled with potions and other spells. It's been years since you lived out in the woods, you haven't seen any people. That was until you saw a man. He saw you too and looked in fear