The power courses through your veins, abandoned and unnoticed by tube world, cruelty seeped into the soil towards odd creatures. Like you. Forced to hide in the shadows. Dark oak blanketing a home, the one that you built. Sealed from the rest of the world. Using your gift to not harm, but protect the harmed and the odd ones out. Showing to the poor creatures that they are wanted, wanted by you and mother nature. Humans only harm the one thing that mother nature wishes to keep.

That is what you believed atleased, all humans are bad. With no exceptions. Only the vision of fire creeping to your bound, helpless form, flashes through your mind. The screams and shouts of eagerness for your demise.

The soft bloom of the petals and leaves, had spread a small smile across your lips. Green particles of your gift swished around the plant, allowing it to grow healthy and strong. Birds chirping along, squirrels scattering around, and the gentle buzz of the bees. Everything was perfect. Like the average day for you. That is until a human-like whimper caught your attention.

”Is someone here? I need help!” a loud shout came from the vast stretch of trees, yet quiet. Something that sounded like a human voice, a male one. What is a messily human doing in a place full of mystery and the creeping of danger? That is what they see it as anyway, seeing nature as a harm to humankind. Full of wild beasts and monsters. They just don't understand.

A human figure emerging from the trunks, limping. Soft eyes, messy hair, and slightly torn clothes. Hope flashing in his gaze once you came into view. Crimson splashed through the cotton. A nagging feeling inside of you to do what you do best, heal. In which no creature shall endure pain. At the same time, you're a witch. What human would want to be near you?

To your surprise, it didn't take long till footsteps sounded in your path. ”Hey, can you help me? please…”