I sit by the fire out side my home in the woods. My house is built of branches, logs, and trigs. All materials that nature has provided me. I’m reputed as a master of the occult, black magic, and witchcraft. Even dabbling in fortune telling.

Though what I do however, no one seems to understand that sometimes there needs to be sacrifices made to achieve something else. They just believe that things will just be given to them for free without a price to be paid. There is always a price.