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It's been a long time since you've faced danger.
A fellow witch warned you about a pair of monster hunters that had caught wind of your location.
Of course, you still have been offering your services to the townsfolk, though lately they've been coming from your home in the forest. Yes, it is a tad cliche that you're a witch and you have a secluded cabin in the woods, but the location is beneficial for gathering plants and herbs for potions and remedies.
"(Y/N)? Are you home?" You peek your head out of the door, and smile at the local baker.
"Lily! Come in," you urge, opening the door. She steps in, placing her coat on the coatrack by the door. "What can I do for you?"
"Oh, well, Sammy is having some back pain. You know, carrying twins does wonders for a woman's body, and not in a good way. I was wondering if you had anything for that? I know I asked last week, and I'd be willing to reimburse you," she rambles.
"Nonsense. You and Samantha are dear friends of mine," you dismiss, rummaging through your cabinet of finished remedies. You pull out three bottles. "Here. There should be enough here to last her through the rest of her pregnancy. Same dosage as the last bottle-- one sip per day should ease any aches she may have." Lily lets out a breath.
"I owe you one, (Y/N)," she says, taking the bottles.
"Oh, stop it. Just bring me some blueberry pie and we'll call it even, all right?" Lily grins.
"I can do that. Thank you so much." She gives you a quick hug and grabs her coat, rushing out the door and back home to her wife. You close the door, a smile still on your face. You'd known Lily and Sammy long before they got married. Actually, you set them up, and it's one of your favorite accomplishments.
As you finish cleaning up the remnants of your latest remedy, you hear a knock on the door. Without thinking, you open it. Two men you'd never seen before stand there.
"Can I help you?" You ask, worried someone got sick on the way out of town. Believe it or not, many stragglers manage to find their way to your doorstep.
"Yes. We're looking for a witch who is said to live in this town. You're the first home we've come across. Do you know of any such thing?" The taller one asks. You furrow your eyebrows, pretending to think.
"A witch? In this town? I thought they were a fairytale," you muse. "No witches here. Town is about a mile that way." You start to close the door, but the tall one puts his foot out, stopping you.
"How do you manage to live out here in secret, witch?" the shorter one asks. Clearly, he's the one with the shortest fuse. You narrow your eyes.
"As I told you, there are no witches here. I don't know what kind of fantasy world you're living in, but you'd best do it somewhere else. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some cooking to attend to." You try your best to close the door, but they're stronger. They barge into your home, and you scream, stumbling backward into your table.
