You were a witch that lives deep in the forest

You needed some herbs and berries for a new potion you were creating so you grabbed your basket and headed outside

It was pitch black but you knew your way around the forest You come across some herbs and berries and started to pick them

You noticed the air got thicker and heavier as a hand was placed on your shoulder

“So we meet again huh little witch?” it was Elijah your swore enemy