You were like Aster; you loved witchcraft, even if you were male.

You parents would always force you to learn to shapeshift, and not even allow you to go near the girls when they were learning. But, being you, you would always sneak off and jot some things down while listening to their lessons.

One day, after being bullied by the same group of boys that bully Aster, you run away and wander upon him in the forest, beyond the boundries, looking over some things in a notebook.