The cry of The Forest was heard from the end of the world. It scream deafened all animals, people, plants. Nobody understood what had happened, they were just the watchers of the process. The dancing red flames burnt the ground, giving scars that would not heal. This place was miserable - a place of hell. All creatures have already flew away, scared by the fear of dying. Except from Her. She was the only one who stayed. Sitting in a the corner of The Forest, her eyes was closed and her face was stiffened. What was she doing? Her mouth murmured words in the ancient language, while the long road of fire rapidly approached the corner. Coming closer, it could not touch the strange creature, but only enveloped the line where she sat.

Quiet footsteps entered the forest. Investigating the surrounding, a little child was walking toward the her. She opened her eyes and anger rushed to every cell of her body. “How dare he comes to my sacred grove”. Standing up she flew to the little boy. The red flames fluttered in the wind. The call of the spirit echoed between the orange leaves. Her feet touched the ground. The little boy had the innocent look of an angel.

“Hello!” - he exclaimed - “You look beautiful! Who are you? What is happening here?”

“Your man killed this forest” - she stated locking her gaze with boys eyes - “I am the only one left.”

“Oh no - cried the boy out - I am so sorry to hear that. How can I help you?”

Astonished to hear THAT sentence from his mouth she stepped aside.

“Why do you want to help me?”

“I like to help people.” - the boy said happily and coming closer to the witch hugged her from within. From that day the heart of the witch melted. She fell in love with life and the boy. Her anger was released by the magical heart of the boy.