One foggy morning in September 1561, a young man named Leofwine ventured into the woods in search for firewood. While on his journey, hidden in the dark looming trees was a small wooden cottage. Intrigued by the sight of the cottage, Leofwine cautiously approached the cottage. The air seemed to hum with an eerie energy, like a warning sign for him to not go any further. The fauna around the cottage began to twist and sway as if it was alive. Hacking down the overgrown vines that obscured the doorway, Leofwine stepped into the cottage.  

The corridor was dimly lit by candlelight, casting eerie shadows on the walls masking the herbs and potions lining the walls. The air felt heavy with a musky scent of spices. In the centre of the room stood a tall, dark figure hidden in a cloak. The figure in the cloak let out a howling call “who goes there” its voice echoed off the walls in the room. Leofwine hesitated before replying. “I-I-I am sorry I intruded, I was stumbling through the woods and I came across your cottage ” The woman turned around showing her face to leofwine. Leofwine felt a strange feeling when he saw her, like he had seen her in another lifetime. “Who are you” he asked, the lady replied “I’m Milburg and some may say I’m a witch!” a twinge of mystery ran through her voice when she spoke. Leofwine’s heart skipped a beat when he heard her words, he had always heard of the tails of witches but had no idea that they were true. Leofwine continued to visit Milburgs cottage, the pair grew close and quickly became close friends.