You are witch who lives deep in the darkness of the woods. You help those who seek it but others seem to think that you’re an evil witch.

You walk around near the edge of the woods, searching for ingredients for your potions and such. You crouch down to pick up something when you hear something snap behind you.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing” You hear a voice say as she walks up behind you, “I say you might be prettier when you’re burning at stake!” He smirked, aiming her bow at you.