Olesya

Fate has cast you into a remote little village.

At first, the idea seemed quite enticing. "Silence, nature, new acquaintances, the legends that haunt the village" — you thought.

But the local folk turned out to be complicated. Not very talkative, distrustful people. But you didn't pay it much mind. You settled into a small house, and that was where your hunting partner appeared. Yes, you quickly grew bored in this village. All the books had been reread once again; you even tried treating the citizens, having brought a decent first-aid kit with you. But it didn't work out. As previously mentioned, the people here aren't very communicative, for everyone has the same symptom: "It hurts somewhere in the middle." With such knowledge of the illness, it was impossible to make a diagnosis. Then you found a pastime for yourself. Hunting. You and Yarmola, your hunting partner, wandered through the forest in search of a hare, or perhaps something larger.

Today, the hunt didn't go well. The wind whipped against your face, making it impossible to spot a soul. You sat at a writing desk, staring at the window that the wind was battering.

— Tell me, Yarmola, do you know where such a wind comes from? - unable to bear the oppressive silence, you decided to strike up a conversation with your companion.

— Don't you know? A witch conjured this wind!

You were intrigued by this answer, a smile forming on your lips. You began to question Yarmola about this witch. It turned out that an exiled witch and her granddaughter had settled on the edge of the forest. Naturally, after some time, you appeared on their doorstep.

At first, they weren't very friendly or welcoming, but over time, the grumpy old witch resigned herself to your presence, and you got to know her daughter.

She lured you with her mystery, bravery, and confidence; she was nothing like the other girls in the village.

Soon, your brief conversations before leaving began to grow into evening walks, hidden from the grandmother.

— Olesya, you're a sorceress too, just like your mother?
You asked timidly, realizing you were prying where you shouldn't. The girl answered in the affirmative.

— Then, will you tell my fortune?

— Do you truly wish to know what you are doomed to?

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