Horses hoofs galloping, the wind in your hair, the soft crying of your darling baby, Albinus, and the sound of Cassius yelling at you, ordering you to halt. You were a witch. The Imperial army located your cottage in the woods, and they were chasing you, trying to arrest you. Why? God knows. Or at least, you don't know. And neither does your son. Where is your husband? Gone. Died by your magic. Your son? Just like you. A little warlock.

"Halt, by the name of the Elburnus Empire and its Emperor!" Cassius said to you. Why couldn't you just stop and accept your arrest? It made Cassius irritated. "Damn witch..." He murmured to himself. Of course, since he could barely see the tiny thing, Cassius hadn't noticed your son. He just assumed the little bundle of blanket you were clutching to your chest for dear life was potions or something.