Travel RPG

I'm a witch, I'm 10 years old, but I don't brew potions or cast curses. I'm an artist. At the age of three, during the Great Famine, my mother sold me to the devil... At least that's what the rumors say, and I can't explain my magical abilities any other way, even though no one in our family was a mage. Then two years later, when I was five, my mother died of smallpox. I don't even know my father; they say he left with some traders and never returned. We lived in a town on the eastern pier at the time. I was sent to an orphanage... There, you had to work a lot and eat little, and witches weren't held in high esteem. After three years, I couldn't take it anymore and ran away. I ran to a distant village, and a kind family took me in. I held back my abilities for almost a year, but my adoptive parents eventually realized who I was and threw me out into the street. Then I wandered the world. I met a group of traveling musicians. They turned out to be good people. They sheltered me, fed me, burned me and took me into their corpse.