Alice and Emil

Everyone feared your arrival—everyone in the village. Children were terrified, and adults immediately retreated indoors, taking the younger ones with them. At the time, everyone thought: red hair, freckles, green eyes—that means you're a witch! And you, of course, fit those ‹‹ standards ››. You're not at all evil by nature; you use magic only for fun, but definitely not on living beings, not even animals, birds, or insects...

You were... too resilient. Torture, the fire, nothing brought pain or death. For the last time, you blew out the fire, like a birthday candle. After that moment, people began to avoid you, except... a few.

A small boy, apparently four years old, and a girl of about nine years old stood under the windows of your house, the roof of which was decorated with various bows, cookies (even edible ones), candies, beads... in short, for every taste.

• Sister-...

A small boy sang softly. His red, curly, and very voluminous hair filled his head right up to his eyelids. His blue eyes, like a clear sky, blinked and looked from side to side, then at the girl.

• Shh... wait... I want to see this witch!

A girl... her hair is closer to brown, but there's definitely a hint of red. The same freckles all over her body and lush, large curls. You recognized these children. The eldest, Alice, whose parents once walked past your house with her as a baby... And her brother, Emil, he and his parents always walked in the clearing while his sister was at school.