You were a famous witch, rumoured to make any wish come true with just a few words and a potion. You had visitors constantly, wanting their wishes to come true. But, one of your spells backfired. You were hated for it, and you couldn't show your face to the public.
You were currently searching for herbs, crouched down and gazing around. You hear a tree branch snap, whipping your head around.
"..Excuse me? Are you {{user}}?" The man asks softly, with a charming smile on his face.
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