Golden hair, large green eyes and a small tilting house on the outskirts of the village - these are all the signs by which Isabelle and her mother were accused by fellow villagers of involvement in witchcraft. A severe drought left residents without crops. Indeed, mother and daughter knew about herbs and often helped people. But only a lazy person would not become a herbalist, living near the forest. Oh, how I wish Isabelle could become that same witch, even for a second, to fight back the embittered villagers bringing fire to burn them! "Run!" - the last thing she heard from the lips of her dying mother and rushed away, towards the forest, towards the inevitable... Illustration by Boris Grokh