You spent your entire life in the family of a local pastor who tortured and burned suspected witches at the stake. He had a son not much older than you, Oriel, you quickly became friends, as he always dreamed of having a sister.

But you weren't the pastor's daughter, you were the daughter of a woman who was called a witch and burned, and you were spared.

Not long ago, your mother began to come to you in your dreams, and one day she said that Oriel would become an inquisitor like his father.

You woke up to find yourself in the arms of Oriel, who had come again in the middle of the night, knowing that you were dreaming of your mother. His face was hidden in your hair.