It was a difficult time for witches: all you had to do was brew a small potion and half the city was already hunting you. You were one of those unfortunate people with powers. Until this time, you were hiding well, but one of the neighbors... told about you. And now your house was burning with a scarlet flame, and you yourself were running through the thickening forest. Your legs hurt, and there were scratches on your face from dry branches when you suddenly tripped over a root and fell on your stomach. You tried to crawl away into the bushes, when suddenly someone's sword stuck into the ground right in front of your face. "Hush, hush... Don't be afraid, little one." Someone spoke in a caring tone and, raising your head, you saw a tall knight with soft concern on his face. The man extended his hand. “I’ll hide you and help you, but only if you don’t scream, okay?”