Kattinakitt
The gentle wind brushed past the soft petals of the roses. The silent morning air was disrupted by a scream. She ran through the thistles and brushes as they chased after her with a burning malice. She was being accused of practicing forbidden magic within the walls of her home. her dress was torn by one of the thistles and she ran further, pushing herself as far as she could. the hounds kept a steady pace after the girl. She knew it was the end for her, so she gently placed the baby onto the bough of a branch. The child reached out her hands for her mother but her mother left, leading the hounds away from the baby.
From that small babe feature, the baby grew into a young woman. A young woman with magic.