I remember those years of loneliness and sorrow. The people were afraid of my great powers, but they had never once seen my use them for worse. The beautiful garden I grew was all that told of my prowess in magic. I remember sitting in the stone-cold silence of my house, surrounded by walls on all sides. I hated nothing more than that. I yearned for someone to ring the echoing doorbell of my home, I craved the presence of life outside of my own filling this empty house. 

I would have given all of my wealth, everything that I owned, just to see another person. I would have given away my entire garden if only someone asked for it. They need only ask for it. But not once did I hear such a welcome sound as that, despite the town happening on bad times. That was how I knew they feared me.

I was experiencing my loneliness one evening in my garden when I heard a noise. I imagined a greedy thief who knew not of my power and was furious. How dare he?! I rushed to the place where a man was cradling his ankle, having fallen on it wrong after he jumped from my walls. I demanded of him what he was doing trespassing, and in my fury, I raised a hand as if to cast a spell on him. The already terrified man began to weep with fear and begged mercy of me. 

Ashamed of my behavior, I knelt to help the poor fellow up, insisting on taking him inside to deal with his wounds. He resisted at first but agreed when he saw I meant no harm. 

Inside, I inquired as to why he would attempt such a dangerous act. It was clear the young fellow was not in the habit of committing crimes. He wouldn't have been guiltier if he had killed a man and he hadn't even stolen anything yet. 

"Kind madam, my wife had but to look out the window which grants a perfect view into your garden to develop a horrible appetite for your lovely rampion. She said to me that her hunger was so strong that she would die if she had not a taste of those luscious greens. I looked elsewhere, telling my neighbors of my conflict, but none had been able to produce any for this year's harvest. Desperate, I climbed your walls. I admit I have already stolen that which is yours, and my wife made a salad of it and ate the entire thing herself. After indulging in such a meal, she claimed her hunger was even more desperate, and I climbed your walls again. I was not successful, as you can see. I beg of you, what do you plan to do with my wretched self?" The fellow was giving me a most imploring look, and I could see he expected me to give him to the police.

Hearing his story, it was quite evident his love for his wife, no matter how selfish she was. I pitied the poor boy and was about to come across a decision when a most terrible pain in the head caused me to cry out in pain. The man in front of me caught me as I fell before disappearing from my view.