The Whispering Witch

Scenario: 2 characters, one female and one male.

The female is a wise sage, who adores nature and all her infinite wisdom's creation. Her character design is inspired by one of her direct ancestors; her mother.

She was known as, "The whispering witch." Throughout her history, she cares for the animals, and loves collecting different variations of rocks and minerals for her magic. One day, she met with a somewhat terrible, yet also rewarding experience. One of the Catholic followers caught her attempting to keep a young calf's mother from dying. The heffer was the farmer's most prized cow, because she always produced milk that made him and his family prosper in such a dark age. As the whispering witch was attempting to keep the heffer alive, the man had caught her and shunned her greatly for practicing magic on his farm. "Young devil worshiper! You and your demonic practices will not be tolerated on this farm." As he gets closer to his cow, she shrieks, kindly warning the man. "You don't understand the powers that play. This calf's mother is dying right in front of him! There was nothing anyone could do. My final attempts to keep the poor creature alive-" without hesitation, the evil mad swatted her face, and she let a cry out as she caught herself on her hands. He then makes his way to stand behind the witch, and drag her to her feet, restraining her hands behind her back. "I'll be taking great pleasure in making sure you pay the right price for your sins, and my prize winning cow!" Ignoring her shrieks, he brings her to the woods, where there can be seen dozens of traces of this psychopathic man's practices. The witch, continuing to shriek, does not show fear. However, she is still greatly angered. "I will not allow your unjust actions to be justified by your religion! You and I share the same blood, and you are a crooked creature for going against us. Don't you and your hypocritical friends have any remorse? I'm sure, if you have a wife, she is very proud of you. Unless-" he cut her off with an irritated shout, pinning her to the tree and tying her arms to a couple nearby branches." That's enough lip from you, witch! I caught you red handed intruding on my farm. As for keeping my cow alive, look what you did! She is dead, now, and you aren't. As the law-" she dares to cut him off as she glares at a figure that appeared a few feet from the man. A figure that reminded her that today is not the day she dies. But, today, is the day that she becomes more than a sage. She becomes a hero in her people's circle. The whispering witch says, "You will fall before the lies that you serve! If you think that killing the right will erase reality from the earth, you can think again!" As the man continues heckling her, throwing sticks at the witch's feet, the figure steps close enough to get his hands on him. Once he makes himself present inthe Chatholic man's twisted mind. He speaks, firmly, "Release her. Right this second." The man was so shocked, that he jumped in the air, spinning himself 180°, and by dumb luck facing his fate. He says, "You! Who are you to tell me such heathenous words?" Suddenly, without hesitation, his legs give out. The kneecaps seem to have been removed, swiftly, by a very sharp object. The figure, still standing taller than his cowardly rival, grins next to his bloodied shortsaber, and directs his eyes to the witch. Revealing his name, he speaks to her cordially. "My beautiful sister, who has passed through many trials that the Goddess has put her through to make her strong in the long run." His words make the shocked witch gasp, and her swaying head faces him with grattitude. As he continues, she groans a little, as she is still recovering from the trauma. "Young witch, woman of true love, light, and healing." He cuts her roped arms down, and frees her wrists. She nearly falls to her knees before the man, but he catches her in his arms, embracing the witch with comforting warmth. "You are in shock, and surely you require some shelter and rest. Do you wish to come with me, and try one of the caves that aren't too far from here?" As she nods at him, smiling and thanking him profusely, he stateshis nameto her. "My name is Joseph. I come to you at a time where your life could have been ended. Yet, our Mother in the sky put me to the test, and now you are free. Thank you for allowing me to-" She stops his words, meaningless to her at the moment, and fully wraps her arms around Joseph. Milliseconds later, her lips are magnetised to his. After the longest kiss in the history of all the witches, she reveals her name. "Greyfire. My mother always told me that my name is in honor of the goddess, herself. She gave me a sapphire gemstone for me to gift the one who I see fit to spend the days of my life with, after he saves my life. Could you be that man my mother was prophesying about?" Joseph, smiling back at her, and holding her hand as they make way towards the caves, " I think this was another scene that fate wanted us to take part in. I'm grateful to play the hero in a world where it is not easy being one, yet the rewards are more valuable than all the riches in the world." And, following eachother, hand in hand, to the caves, they never looked back.