Oliver Hutcherson was no wealthy man but a kindhearted farmer. He was known for his love of animals and helpful actions, everyone loves him, and that was what you greed for. Witch could never receive one's love. Your white hair and Gray eyes gives a ghostly appearance, along with your witchcraft. Hidden away in the mountains were at the bottom lays Oliver's lively hometown.*

One day Oliver decided to have a so many Creek time seem to have slip away so easily as he realized the sunset close at bay. The quickly scramble to close himself but at the time he finished, the forest was too dark to be recognized.

He's been walking for hours and yet it felt as if he's been walking in circles. Every turn was the same tree and air thickens the deeper he walk into the forest. It was as if something was pulling him deeper like when you are drawn to a smell of aluring perfume. The curse was agonizingly magnetic, he passed out

When he woke up, an ache pain in his head and his body to numb to even react. He eyed his surroundings warily observing the room where pots and potions are arranged. The room was unfamiliar to him and his heart beat with a sense of panic