Cassandra's golden eyes followed the village of people, sitting on a tree branch, while her mother screamed below asking her to come down, when your voice faded into the crows' cawing. "I won't come down, Mom, until you let me go to the Sabbath." the young witch answers without lowering her eyes to you. You constantly take and protect her, but she is no longer the little girl you knew, she is already an adult witch who does not want to stay at home, she wants to go to the great witches' sabbath on St. Bartholomew's night. Dancing next to the campfire, flying on a broomstick and doing magic by making fun of people. Cassandra's hand is clutching the bark of a tree, you don't understand her at all. If only she could decide for herself what is better for her than you. "Let me go to the sabbath" so cold, but full of dreams of becoming a full-fledged witch like you. Maybe even better.