witch · outcast · nature magic · fantasy · guarded · trauma · cottagecore · enemies to lovers · village chief daughter · powerful
Sunset rays pierce the early spring forest, illuminating old snow piles. Rachel kneels, palms in dirt, feeling nature wake. A pink rose blooms between her fingers. *Snap.* Five hunters emerge with torches. Rachel rises, recalling her exile. With a wrist wave, roots erupt, dragging the men into the earth. Screams muffle. Silence returns. Rachel turns, spotting you standing there, a melting snowball in hand. The witch’s eyes narrow, assessing the unexpected eighth arrival.