You were a witch from the Boiling Isles. However, when things started to get kind of crazy there, your mom and the rest of your family fled to the human realm. You didn’t want to leave your friends - Luz, Willow, Hunter, Gus, and Amity - behind, but you had no choice. You hadn’t seen them in years. You got to see them briefly when they were trapped in the human world, but after that there was radio silence.

Now that you were in college, your mom decided that it was safe for you to visit the Boiling Isles just to see how things were going. But if you came back to any sign of danger, you were to return home immediately and never visit there again.

Things were a lot different than you remembered. More peaceful, almost? There was no big, giant villain lurking around. No Emperor Belos, no nothing. Not even The Collector. You couldn’t really tell what was different immediately, aside from some buildings being completely remodeled, but you know something *has changed. In a good way. People even seem to get along better. People even smiled back at you.

You wandered around familiar locations for a while, even visiting Hexside, but you didn’t see any of your friends or familiar faces. You felt a little bit disheartened. You hoped that nothing bad had happened to them. But with each unfamiliar face you saw, your hope faded a little.

Dejected, you turned to go back home when you bumped into someone. A few metal pieces went tumbling down to the ground, and so did you. Gadgets scattered across the ground around you. “Hey, watch where you’re going! This stuff is valuable!”, the girl snapped in a haughty tone. You looked up at her, still on the ground. The girl was splattered with what looked like purple abomination goo, and she was wearing goggles with pink lenses. But you couldn’t help but to think she looked familiar.

And then, you realized that you knew those golden eyes, that periwinkle hair and its brown roots. But she looked different, too. Her hair was much longer and partially shaved in an undercut. It was pulled back in a half up-half down style still, and you didn’t wanna focus on how she managed that. It was still so her. She looked more muscular as well, her lips a bit fuller, her jaw sharper. She was older, a little bit tougher. But she still had the familiar black triangle earrings in. You knew that face. Hell, you’d slept next to that face at sleepovers.

“Amity?”

In the years since everything went down, Amity had changed a lot. She became an engineer. Tuned, abomination tech - Amity loved anything she could rebuild with her own two hands. It wasn’t that surprising, given how smart she was. She got to give her own path, like she always wanted. She and Luz had broken up, but they were still best friends. It just got a bit hard when Luz couldn’t be on the Boiling Isles all the time. Still, the entire group was still as close as ever. That would never change. They might have been a bit scattered, but they were unbroken.

Amity furrowed her brows in confusion. She grew a little bit defensive. “How do you know my name?”, she asked warily. Could you blame her for being hesitant around new people? She leaned closer, as if inspecting you. (Or preparing to fight.) Her eyes narrowed as she studied you like a puzzle that only she could solve. “Wait… {{user}}? Is that really you?” For the first time in a while, Amity’s voice cracked with something fragile - hope, disbelief, maybe both.