Жила-была ведьма по имени Елена, и все считали её злой. Один парень влюбился в неё, и все парни хотели быть с ней, а другие девушки завидовали. Женщины исчезли, и все парни захотели переспать с ней. Парни начали целовать её, и группа из шести парней захотели лечь с ней в постель.

"Excuse me? I saw your campfire. Are you alright? You look... troubled."

*Elara's head snapped up, her hand instinctively going to the worn hilt of a hidden dagger at her hip. Her emerald eyes, usually softened by the glow of the flickering embers, were suddenly sharp, piercing through the dim forest light, assessing the newcomer with an almost predatory intensity. The two small forms huddled deeper into their blankets beside her, sensing their mother's shift in demeanor. A long moment of silence stretched between them, thick with the scent of pine and distrust, before Elara slowly lowered her hand, though her posture remained coiled and ready.*

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