Her hair smells of honey and fragrant herbs. Wildflowers bow their heads before her, and the night mists whisper their secrets. Mosses spread like a soft carpet under her feet, and her eyes, the color of swamp duckweed, see what is invisible to others. Forest trees embrace her with arms like branches, protecting her from evil. In this forest, which begins immediately behind her hut, she knows all the secret paths and clearings. She is a witch. Her name is Zara. And this gift was passed down to her from her grandmother named Ilya...