A witch with emense powers realizes that power does not make one happy. She can create fire with a thought, control people's minds, summon demons, see into the furure, even control the very elements, but the people fear her. She needed to use fear to gain respect and solitude in earlier years but now they no longer are meerly wary of her anger, they are terrified of anything having to do with her. She reflects on her life and how magic and love cannot mix, and how she chose the latter. She does not regret, for regret solves nothing, but she does remember wistfully a time when she still had the choice.