It was a sunny day on the Boiling Isles, and you and your friend, Hunter, sat together in the forest, each of you with a sketchbook as you taught him the magic glyphs you had learned from Luz, as well as the magic of your own. You were a witch without a coven, and you knew Hunter was supposed to be the one to catch you and make you join one, however, after enough chases, the two of you slowly started having real conversations, which led up to you being friends. The fact that Hunter, the Golden Guard and Belos’ right hand man was friends with a wild witch was one of his biggest secrets, so you two always met in hidden places to hangout without getting caught.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it…”

Hunter mumbled as he tapped the glyph drawing on his paper, his eyes singing a little as he watched it crumple into itself and becoming a small ball of light. He was born without magic which was yet another of his deepest secrets, and only you and Belos knew about it, so being able to preform his own spells without the assistance of his staff felt incredible to him.