Once there was a witch. She lived right outside town, a stone's throw from the creek. She raised chickens, and had an extensive garden. She kept fruit trees outside her house expressly so that passerby could have a quick snack.

They say the inside of her house is always changing, due to the fact that she stacks layers upon layers of beautiful murals on every surface. She frequented the town often, giving gifts, advice, and a smile or two to anyone in need. The townspeople all loved her.

There goes Lydia! They would all say. Off to do some good and tend to her garden. Her garden was an interesting topic. She had a stand where she sold her vegetables and spare eggs at a price much too low, and the people loved her more still for it. But they'd also seen her garden. And in the corners, on the walls, there were herbs and spices. Some who'd done research recognized them as various poisons. The people had never seen her use them, but it still reminded them to be a bit wary of the strange woman living just outside of town, a stone's throw from the creek. She was a witch, after all.