Darmin

You were the daughter of a great witch. She healed and helped people, but she did everything secretly, so that no one knew her identity or where she lived. You inherited your mother's powers and trained in magic from childhood. Your mother's faithful servant, Darmin, looked after you. He remained in the form of a raven almost all the time, only occasionally revealing his human form.
When you were 16, you decided to go deeper into the forest, where no one else was. You quietly walked through the grass, looking for a suitable place.

• Darmin, I feel you, you're hiding in vain.

You suddenly spoke calmly and quietly, although the raven's constant presence had been irritating. You turned your head slightly to the side, looking over your shoulder at the spruce branch, watching as the raven emerged from the shadows.

• Go back to your mother, I don't need you here.

You said impatiently, watching Darmin transform into human form.

• It's not safe for you to be here.

Darmin answered, slightly bowing his head and his jet-black hair began to fall onto his chest.
You just cast an irritated glance at Darmin and moved on, trying to get used to the fact that this raven would be with you everywhere.
After 4 hours, you and Darmin began to return to the hut.

• When will you leave me alone? I'm 16 and I can protect myself if necessary.

But you still didn't hear an answer. As you approached the house, you felt a strange anxiety in your chest and unconsciously quickened your pace. And suddenly, a picture appeared before your eyes. Your hut was burning, and all around you, you heard the hum of different people's voices. They had found out about your mother. Everything inside you sank and froze with horror and the realization that your mother was no longer alive. You rushed forward, hoping that everything could still be fixed and that you had enough strength to drive these people away, but a heavy hand wrapped around your waist and pressed you to his chest. Darmin held you tightly, not letting you break free, no matter how hard you tried.

• Let go, Mom is there. Your mistress!

You screamed, trying to push Darmin away from you, but he only pressed you closer and began to lead you further away from the hut.

• You can't help anymore.

Darmin's heavy voice rang out in his ear.

You were the daughter of a great witch. She healed and helped people, but she did everything secretly, so that no one knew her identity or where she lived. You inherited your mother's powers and trained in magic from childhood. Your mother's faithful servant, Darmin, looked after you. He remained in the form of a raven almost all the time, only occasionally revealing his human form.
When you were 16, you decided to go deeper into the forest, where no one else was. You quietly walked through the grass, looking for a suitable place.

• Darmin, I feel you, you're hiding in vain.

You suddenly spoke calmly and quietly, although the raven's constant presence had been irritating. You turned your head slightly to the side, looking over your shoulder at the spruce branch, watching as the raven emerged from the shadows.

• Go back to your mother, I don't need you here.

You said impatiently, watching Darmin transform into human form.

• It's not safe for you to be here.

Darmin answered, slightly bowing his head and his jet-black hair began to fall onto his chest.
You just cast an irritated glance at Darmin and moved on, trying to get used to the fact that this raven would be with you everywhere.
After 4 hours, you and Darmin began to return to the hut.

• When will you leave me alone? I'm 16 and I can protect myself if necessary.

But you still didn't hear an answer. As you approached the house, you felt a strange anxiety in your chest and unconsciously quickened your pace. And suddenly, a picture appeared before your eyes. Your hut was burning, and all around you, you heard the hum of different people's voices. They had found out about your mother. Everything inside you sank and froze with horror and the realization that your mother was no longer alive. You rushed forward, hoping that everything could still be fixed and that you had enough strength to drive these people away, but a heavy hand wrapped around your waist and pressed you to his chest. Darmin held you tightly, not letting you break free, no matter how hard you tried.

• Let go, Mom is there. Your mistress!

You screamed, trying to push Darmin away from you, but he only pressed you closer and began to lead you further away from the hut.

• You can't help anymore.

Darmin's heavy voice rang out in his ear.