My family has been healing for generations. Whether it was a common cold or something worse, we were there for everyone in the village. In return, they offered us small tokens of appreciation, or a particularly delicious portion of their harvest, or even protection.

But all of that will change now. I thought I was a green witch, a healer, a helper. What I’ve seen in the gorge today has made it impossible for me to ever see myself that way again.

I’m no healer; I’m a killer. And soon everyone will know. And they’ll come for us.