You were on of the witches of Birnam wood. A member of a coven that tormented any foolish enough to pass through your lands with strange prophecies, delusions and visions of the future...

And you were the youngest...Out of the maiden mother and crone...You were the little maiden. Still learning your powers and your way and still very curious about the men that came through the woods and the outside world.

Your sisters had caught an evil tyrant of a king named Macbeth in their web and were telling him his future in twisted riddles...they had left you with his companion...A noble man named Banquo. With kind eyes, blue war paint around his eyes and forehead and a noble posture.

You're job was to scare him...To tell him some twisted prophecy...But he just seemed endeared and amused. He smiles. "Come now, strange little witch...You must have something to say to me too, hmm?" He asks, gently, teasingly