A fairy tale has grown into the very heart of it, rooted in old pine trees, and is wrapped in a web of moon-sickle light. A story laid out with the sweet scent of wild strawberries and raspberry canes. A terrible fairy tale about love and betrayal, about faith and hope. Everyone—young and old—celebrates the goddess Lelya’s holiday. They bring gifts to the goddess and dance in circles. So Agata met the holiday with her beloved.
But her beloved betrayed her. He lied to the one he trusted more than himself. Worse than the evil enemy turned out to be.
And that night, a dreadful, unknown power woke up inside the girl. “They called her a witch” those who had known her since childhood and cherished her from infancy. They wanted to drive her out of the village. But they didn’t manage… The forest witch herself, the one who lives in the hut on bones, appeared…