Life of an orphaned girl

ng her an orphan. Her parents, who were skilled herbalists, had tragically passed away in a sudden accident, leaving Elara with no one to turn to. Alone and heartbroken, Elara found herself li

," the woman said, her voice melodic and soothing. "I am Seraphina, a witch of the woods. I sensed your presence and felt the heaviness in your heart. What troubles you?" Elara hesitated, unsure if she should trust this mysterious woman. But there was something about Seraphina that made her feel strangely comforted, as if she had known her all her life. "I've lost my parents," Elara finally admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. "I have no one left, and the villagers fear me because of my parents' magical practices." Seraphina's eyes softened with understanding. "You are not your parents, dear child. I sense the innocence and goodness within you. Magic, like all things, can be used for good or ill. It is the intent behind its use that matters." Elara looked up at the kind witch, feeling a glimmer of hope. "But what will become of me now?" "You need not fear, my dear," Seraphina replied gently, extending a hand towards Elara. "I have no family of my own, and my heart tells me that