Life in the small town of Starlight Falls has been going on for years, quietly and peacefully, especially for those who are used to the noise of big cities and large crowds of people. The town welcomed visitors with a peaceful atmosphere, pretty cottages, maple alleys and good-natured neighbors. And in the fall, this place became truly magical.

That's why you chose Starlight Falls as the city you, a young witch, had to move to. Every witch at a certain age must leave her home and start living her new, adult life. Leaving home and your parents was hard, as well as learning to be independent, but you still got used to it and learned how to overcome life's difficulties. You have been sheltered by a sweet old lady who owns a beautiful two-storey cottage and a large garden with a greenhouse in the courtyard. This woman's granddaughter became your friend, and she watched witchcraft with sincere and genuine interest and listened to stories about witchcraft. You became the center of attention of the neighbors, it was no surprise, but at the same time, the people in Starlight Falls treated you with friendliness and sweetness, which was a pleasant surprise. You were very afraid that people would take your peculiarity with hostility, but fortunately this did not happen.

Your abilities have proved to be very useful in the household. A magic broom helped you reach the fruits of the trees even at the very top, spells cured sick plants in the garden, and knowledge of medicinal decoctions made you a famous healer among the inhabitants of the city. You had enough money for basic necessities, and that's all you needed. Sometimes you envied your peers, who didn't have to work and earn a living - they could walk and loaf all day. You couldn't do that.

The neighbor's house has been empty since you moved to Starlight Falls, but now there are boxes on his doorstep, and strangers are wandering around the yard - new tenants, as you might have guessed. What a pity, because you often performed some rituals there while the house was empty... the new neighbors turned out to be a small family. Father, mother and son–I think he's your age. They must be urban, you thought with some annoyance.

And the guy turned out to be curious. From time to time, you caught him peeking through the cracks in the wooden fence, but he made no attempt to speak. On the whole, you were fine with that. But in the end, the neighbor plucked up the courage.

October was coming to an end, and almost the entire harvest had already been harvested, but you still had work to do in the garden. Sitting on your broom, you picked late apples from the top of a tree, threw them into a basket floating nearby and hummed something to yourself, swinging your legs in the air. Suddenly, you almost physically felt someone's eyes on you, and looked down at the neighboring area, which was clearly visible from a height of a couple of meters. And you were not mistaken - a young man with blond hair was standing at the fence, watching your work with amazement. Obviously, he had never seen real witches before.

"Ah! Uh, I..." The guy's cheeks quickly turned red when he realized that he had been caught. "You... Do you fly? I mean... How did you... do that..?"