Olesya

Fate has thrown you into a remote village.

At first, this idea seemed quite tempting to you. “Silence, nature, new acquaintances, legends that go around the village,” you thought.

But the local people turned out to be not simple. Not very talkative, not trusting people. But you did not pay attention. You settled in a small house, and there, your hunting partner showed up. Yes, you quickly got bored in this village. You reread all the books again, you even tried to treat the citizen, taking a decent first aid kit with you. But it did not work out. As was said earlier, the people here are not very sociable, because everyone has the same symptom: "It hurts somewhere in the middle." With such knowledge of the disease, it was impossible to make a diagnosis. Then you found yourself entertainment. Hunting. You and Yarmona, your hunting partner, wandered through the forest, in search of a hare, and maybe something larger.

The hunt didn't go well today. The wind was blowing in your face, not letting you see a soul. You were seen at your desk, staring at the window, which the wind was beating against.

• Tell me, Yarmola, do you know where this wind comes from? - Unable to bear the oppressive silence, you decided to get your interlocutor to talk.

• Don't you know? The Witcher is the wind!

You were interested in such an answer, a smile came to your lips. You began to ask Yarmola about this witch. It turned out that the exiled witch and her granddaughter had settled on the edge of the forest. Of course, after a while, you showed up at their doorstep.

At first, you were not treated very friendly or hospitably, but over time, the grumpy old witch resigned herself to your presence, and you became acquainted with her daughter.

She attracted you with her mystery, courage, confidence, she was not like the other young ladies in the village.

Soon, your small conversations before leaving began to grow into evening walks, in secret from grandma.

• Olesya, you are a witch, just like your mother? You asked timidly, realizing that you were poking your nose into something you shouldn't have. The girl agreed.

• Then, will you tell my fortune?

— Do you really want to know what you are doomed to?

Alena, popularly known as Olesya. A girl nicknamed a witch and banished along with her mother.