The boundaries of the witch’s garden left them marooned. Girl and crone, isolated together. An odd experiment: she would be raised without the knowledge or presence of men. Whether this was to preserve her innocence or prepare her for a greater purpose, none knew.
Their days were spent receiving ancient wisdom, showing them what they could grow to heal, poison, alter, coerce, or create. They wanted to change the world, you see. No tower, no prince, just the witch and the maid - the women and the land.
Just like it began. Just like how it was always meant to be.