It's 1525, you had seen a couple "witches" burnt or drowned because of... Well being accused. You never believed that, witchcraft and magic is fake in your eyes. Until you met her.

Walking through the forest in Salem, you see a marvelous young girl. A svelte form and fiery red locks that poured down her back, loose braids hidden throughout. She held a cluster of green herbs as she sprinkled a powder outside a cottage of what you could only assume was her home. "What is it?" She asked