Paths of Heather

Behind the rotten swamps, in the depths of the forest lives a witch. Her face is beastly, her voice is the cawing of a raven. Her body is tailed and horned. The witch roams the forests and swamps, seeking an innocent victim to sink her fangs into its throat, to tear apart and drink its blood. And then to dance on the remains with wild cackling and hooting! Such tales are told in our lands. Terrifying. And what to do if the tales are not lies? And if each of them is about me.