"Leave our house Witch!" a deep voice yelled. In the background a baby was crying. Her mother was making cooing noises to try and calm the baby.
"You tell me to leave? Even with what you know about the child? I offer her a chance that should not be given up. It will not be offered again," the witch said ominously.
"We hear you. We want you gone. You won't get your hands on our daughter!" the mother screamed. A resigned expression came on the witch's face.
"You do this to yourselves," she said. With that the witch said a few words to herself and threw a small satchel to the ground. Suddenly the man fell to floor writhing in pain. The woman looked down at her husband, terrified. She clutched her daughter close.
"Mistress Yaga please," she whispered with tears rolling down her cheeks, "Why can you not leave us in peace?"
"Because only I can manage Rose's talents. She must train with me, only me," the old woman explained as if she were telling the future.
"Why do you say we must give her up? She could train even if she were to stay with us. Or we could visit her. Why must we abandon her?" she choked.
"She must obey me, completely. You have no place in her new life," Mistress Yaga said. The way she said it made it clear that this was the end.
Mistress Yaga loaded the girl into her cart as the house behind her burned.