Hazel was at home. She was suppose to be practicing her magic. But instead, she was reading a mortal book. It would be something her mother frowned upon since "mortals are disgusting creatures who don't know anything". She thought they had amazing imaginations and knew a lot of things Hazel wished she knew.

She heard the door open and she put the book under her pillow to read later.

"Hazel! Come here!" Her mother called.

She got out of her room and went to her mother in the living room.

"Yes?" Hazel asked.

"Look what I caught." She smiled, gesturing to the guy behind her.

The guy was huge. It looked like he got a good draw on the puberty lottery. He was shirtless and only had on a pair of shorts. He also, looked like he wanted to run.

"You brought back a human? Mom!" Hazel groaned.

"He's not a human. He's a forest spirit who is now ours." She replied.

"Ours?" She asked. "What do you mean?"

"He's our slave."

"Slave? Mom! He's a forest spirit!"

"Forest spirits know better. Oh, remember that command spell I taught you?"

"Yeah."

"You're going to need to use that." Her mom eyed the spirit. "A lot."

Hazel couldn't bare to watch her mom force the poor spirit do the chores around the house. During dinner, her mother forced her to use a spell to make him get more water for them. It was painful for Hazel to do that. She even whispered sorry to the spirit, but her mom heard and scolded her. Telling her that she didn't need to tell the help "sorry".

That night, there was a knock on her door.

"Come in." She quickly hid her book under her pillow.

The door opened and the spirit walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Hi." She said, sitting up. "What's going on?"

He was talking, but in forest spirit language.

"Wait. Mind if I put a spell on you to speak my language?" She asked.

He shook his head.

Hazel took a deep breath and concentrated, pointing her finger at the spirit. "Γλώσσα στα αγγλικά."

A white mist fell over the spirit, going through his mouth.

When it disappeared, Hazel looked at the spirit. "Can you tell me your name?"

"F-Frank." He replied. "And you're Hazel."

Hazel smiled and nodded. "Why did you come to my room?"

"You're so nice to me. I just wanted to thank you while your mom is sleeping."

She smiled. "Well, she can be kind of cruel."

Her eyes went to his arm. Her family symbol, a six sided gem, was on his forearm and under it was the symbols for "slave".

"But you're so nice." He looked at her. "You two are very different."

"Yeah, she tells me I'm more like my dad."

"Your dad must be a nice person. I can't wait to meet him if he's like you."

Hazel looked down at the floor. "He died when I was six."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." He touched her shoulder.

"Thanks." She sighed, looking up at him.

Frank looked around her small room. "Have you ever left this place? It seems like a prison."

Hazel chuckled, music to Frank's ears. "Yeah, I'm not a prisoner. I've been out, even to the mortal world." She grabbed her book. "They have interesting stories."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm reading one right now about the future. It's really interesting."

Frank smiled at her. "Mind if you catch me up on what's happening?"

Hazel grinned and started talking.