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I would like to give a little back story so that all you readers are able to get to know me a little better. My name is Sycorax and I am from a little island in the Caribbean. I make a living providing the island’s natives indigo dyes, medications, and other home remedies for injuries, but that’s beside the point. It has always been a hope of mine to one day be able to find the first ever cure for small pox, it is such a shame to see so many amazing people lose their life to such a horrible disease. I would start small by finding different tricks to curing minor illnesses and everyone on the island would come to me when they were feeling under the weather so I got lots of practice. It always put a smile on my face to see people who were miserable almost seem to come back to life, until one day my patients stopped coming around and I began to become isolated, always up in my tree house. I had never really understood why people stopped trusting me and why no one wanted to be around me, after all, my only goal was to help those around me. You are not going to believe what happened next… out of nowhere my son Caliban and a wonderful young man named Ariel went missing. After weeks of searching my people found them stuck in the trucks of trees. How they found them I will never know. No one had any idea how to get them out, no one except me. I began to make my way towards town to pick up more indigo in hopes that I could free them with a concoction I was creating when I heard several people mutter under their breathe “she does that black magic” or “evil witch.” I had no idea what was going on until it hit me. Right in front of me was a sign that stated “Wanted Dead or Alive: Sycorax the Evil Witch.” I was being framed for the banishment of these helpless people.