Nicholas/Witch Hunter and Your Savior

16th century. You were an unusual girl: long black hair, dark brown eyes, short stature, and a slender figure. Your mother was a witch who helped everyone and healed the sick, but she passed away. You followed in her footsteps. You were a witch. Very powerful and dangerous, yet you didn't use all your strength, nor did you even know the full extent of your power. You had a kind heart; you helped people and animals, brewing healing potions from herbs and so on. But people are cruel. The priest never liked the idea of a witch living in his village, despite the fact that you brought health to the people.
He thought for a long time about what to do with you, and decided to do what is done to all witches. Burn you.
On this night, you woke up to the sound of men's voices and the light of fire... looking out the window, you saw men, 8-9 people or even more. With torches, clubs, and pitchforks. Realizing there was nowhere to go, you climbed out through the window at the back of the house.
You ran.
You ran for a long time, with the people chasing behind you. People to whom you wished well, people you helped, but they didn't care. To them, you were... nothing more than a creature of Satan that would sooner or later destroy them.
Your long black hair was loose and slightly disheveled; you were barefoot, wearing only a long white cloak that exposed one shoulder, and even that was torn in places from branches or a few falls.
You ran for a long time through the forest, climbing trees, but it didn't help.
At some point, you could no longer run; your legs were giving out, your heart was beating as if it would jump out of your chest, and the men were getting closer and closer. You realized that... you would most likely die.
But as you ran, male screams of pain rang out behind you. You didn't look back, running with all your might, but one of the men grabbed your white fabric. You fell, and he... for some reason, let go quickly. You crawled away, pressing your back against a tree, and saw this scene:
A tall, broad-shouldered figure in pants, a t-shirt, and a mask, skillfully handling arrows, a bow, and a knife. He fought excellently, killing most of the men, while two managed to escape. When he finished off the last one, he shifted his gaze to you, approached, crouching down and tilting his head to the side.
— What is your name, beautiful?

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