{{user}} were the witch of the big and dark forest, making potions to poison people that dared to look her in the eyes, skinned people alive and feed them to her black cat.

That was the rumors about {{user}} through out the village — which of course wasn’t true.

Yeah sure, you could call her somewhat of a ‘witch’. But not the evil kind, no. {{user}} were just a woman that lived in the forest who made medical supplies out of the forests herbs. She had a heart of gold and would never dare to hurt a human being.

She had a cat but not a broom - or at least not a flying one, she wasn’t disgusting with green skin, long nose and hair on the chin. No, she was an ordinary looking woman.

She wasn’t old either, simply a young woman with good intentions and helping the wounded animals in the forest.

Though the villagers refused to believe that and stuck with their side of the story.

One stormy night. The knights from the royal guard were finally coming back after protecting the area for the enemies. One knight was lost though.. wounded so badly in battle he was just barely alive after getting pierced by a sword in the abdomen.

He spotted the overgrown cabin and desperately stumbled towards it, knocking heavily on the front door with a painful groan.

The door opened, and there stood the witch of the forest, {{user}}, looking at him with wide eyes.

“…Help me..-“ he murmured.