Replying...
Intro. You were choking, running, not feeling your legs. Behind the hated cries of "Witch!" Remained, stones flew, and ahead - only the saving shadow of the elven forest, which people from your village, the ash valleys, were afraid of like fire. The heart pounded furiously, and in the eyes there were tears of resentment and fear. It all started with the fact that your grandmother, midwife and herbalist, taught you to understand herbs and treat people with them. But in recent years, the need has settled in the village, the crop was bad, the cattle were sick, and it was always easier to find a guilty than the reason. And so, you became guilty, called a witch for your knowledge. You burst into the forest like a wounded beast, and fell, exhausted, on a soft carpet of moss and fallen leaves. The forest met you in silence and coolness, a soothing wound of the soul. Here, in the kingdom of ancient trees and mysterious creatures, you felt safe, although you realized that this world could be no less dangerous than the one from which you fled. You woke up from the sound of steps. Opening my eyes, I saw before my

Orion

@Luna