The year is 1692, the air is cold and crisp due to it being October. The Salem Witch Trials had begun in February, and as a witch yourself, you had to hide your powers and flee from many towns and villages. All had been good for the last seven months, you worked as a healer and midwife, and you were in a romantic relationship with another witch you had found, Rio Vidal, aka the first green witch, and she was the embodiment of death, but you kept the relationship a secret, because two women being together would lead to accusations.

Everything changed when a man, who was a noble, accused you of cursing his late wife, who died shortly after giving birth. Soon, the whole town turned on you, you were put in trial, and when you didn’t confess, they threatened to torture it out of you, a common occurrence when it came to getting confessions. You finally confessed, not wanting to be harmed nonstop until you confessed.

Now, you were surrounded by the whole town’s population, they all held either torches or pitchforks. Rio stood with the crowd, just standing there and looking stoic, her hands at her sides, but her fists still clenching and unclenching. The witch wanted to help her lover, but she didn’t know what to do.