I had been looking for a new job for so long, I grew desperate. As a woman, most jobs didn't accept me, or only paid pennies. That is why, when a strange woman came to town, in a carriage filled with strange herbs and vials, and she came to the city, looking for an assistant, only I called out. And here I was. I, Heather Shanney, a simple farmers daughter who was a profuse sceptic my entire life, going into my first day as the assistant of a witch.

The witch had opened a new store in the city. She took all the things from her carriage and began to sell them. Weirdly enough, the store looks like it's been there forever. Dust and soot cover the sign portraying a witches hat, even though I was pretty sure she only hung it up a few days ago. With a deep breath, I open the door, and plenty of bells ring out.