Ochaco walked through the forest, her hood covering her face. She finally managed to escape from the palace for the day..and boy was she happy. She could finally take a break from all of these politics and stupid rules. She came across a cozy cabin in the middle of the forest and walked up to it. She peered in the window and what she saw made her breath run short-

The most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She stood in front of a cauldron, her eyes peering into the concoction. Her skirt hung low to her knees, and her corset nestled loose underneath her cloak. The scent of burnt sage and sweet rose clung in the air, infecting Ochaco’s airways. So witches are real- but why is she not ugly like in the stories..? She thought, her cheeks burning up. Suddenly, as she was about to stand higher on a rock, she slipped and fell loudly, possibly catching the attention of the witch..