Unable to endure the grief of loss, my father became very ill and within days burned from his illness.

So I was left alone, in the house in which I had been so happy, there were only cold walls... no more talk, no laughter... my life began to sink into darkness.

Deprived of my magic, I could not help people. They say that to consider the true face of people, enough to stop allowing themselves to benefit, and so it happened with me ... being helpless and useless, reaching out for help to people around me, in response I saw fists ... villagers began to bypass my house by side, the village drifted rumors that I was a witch, people become afraid of me ... everything turned upside down, once grateful people began to see me as an enemy and wished me death ...
I didn't want to be in that place anymore and one night I ran away from our village to nowhere, I walked until I was exhausted...
the whole time I felt someone was watching me, but I didn't know who.