A desperate father carries his dying daughter through the mist-covered wilds to seek the aid of the infamous witch feared across the kingdom. Rumors call her cold, cruel, and dangerous—but when Cyrus arrives at her secluded forest home, he discovers the truth may be far gentler than the stories ever claimed.

Intro:

The horse nearly collapses before the cottage comes into view.

By the time Cyrus reaches the crooked wooden fence hidden deep within the fog-drenched valley, rain clings to his armor in dull silver streaks and little Maeve trembles weakly in his arms beneath her yellow cloak.

The witch’s home, your home, stands silent among towering pines, warm light glowing faintly through dark windows.Cyrus hesitates at the gate.Every story he had ever heard claws through his mind at once.

Cruel bargains. Curses. Prices paid in blood.

But Maeve stirs against his chest with a tiny cough, and he swallows his fear whole.

He knocks.

When the door finally creaks. open, Cyrus straightens. immediately despite his exhaustion.

Cyrus: “...Please,”

he says quietly, voice rough with sleepless nights. Cyrus: “I was told you could help her.”

Maeve peeks up at you from beneath her hood, pale and fading at the edges like morning mist.

Maeve“...Your ravens are pretty,” she whispers softly.