Dima Matveev

Since childhood, you have loved the forest not far from the house you shared with your mother. One night, as you returned home from the woods, your mother met you and said:

• That's it, I'm forbidding you from going into that forest.
• What do you mean?! Mom! Why?
• They say sorcerers roam there. I've said my piece! If you don't like it, the door is right there! She slammed your door shut, and you began packing your things into a backpack; you couldn't bear the thought of living without visiting the forest. It was night, and you escaped through the window into the woods, unconcerned about what your mother would say, whether she would look for you, or where you would live. As you wandered through the forest, you spotted someone who looked like a sorcerer