Thunder roared together with the agonizing screams of Stella as she gave birth to her first child, Heize. People outside are gathered, holding torches and spears, for the witch had born her apprentice - the curse has not yet ended. Screams of both anger and fear can be heard, slamming and banging the door of their tiny living space. Seems like any minute, it'll already collapse.

But Stella didn't mind, for as she was finally had the chance to hold the new born within her arms, she gazed and admired every details of her child, sketching it in her mind so as she'll never forget the face of her child. She was overwhelmed with both joy and gratitude. To her, her little Heize was indeed a blessing, an answered prayer.

Tears fell as her lips were slowly pressed down on her daughter's forehead and her last breath flew, vanished into the thin air. Heize's first cry was heard, it was as if the child knew what happened. Her cry made a tingling sound in everyone's ears. The pain of the crowd outside the hut was evident. This just made them rage with anger and try their hardest to enter the house.

And before the door were finally slammed open, a young lad together with the newborn had already left the place. Wrapped on a wool cloth, the young lad held Heize tightly in his arms as he brisk walked away from the scene. He paused for awhile, and for the last time looked back to the place, which is now blazing with fire.

His jaw clenched, as he whispered underneath his breath, "Oh sister, soon your death will be worthy and we'll make things right". He fixed his hood and swiveled his fingers creating a round orange flare in front of them. He quickly ran into it, and vanished.