A/N: This is the exciting continuation of chapter one. This one will follow canon pretty closely for a bit, just to help contrast Amity's interactions with characters like Eda and King, but I assure you, it'll have a very different payoff. Enjoy!

"Get back here, you stupidly cute criminal!" The human grunted, lunging for the owl that had stolen her things one last time, only to miss and land on the floor in a huff. The owl didn't even look back as it moved through a tent flap, which… hadn't been there a moment before.

The anger and frustration that had clouded Amity's mind during the chase began to fade as she took in her surroundings. This wasn't the woods. This was a tent. One filled with a variety of old junk, and even a few things that were disturbingly thrown together to look like new junk that looked like it belonged in a haunted house. Amity had a vague recollection of seeing a house, some run down old shack, and going inside of it when angrily chasing the bird, but it certainly hadn't looked like this a moment ago.

"Finally! You're back!" A voice on the other side of the flap made Amity flinch, a brief moment of panic settling in her stomach as she picked herself up off the floor. She shouldn't be here, this was trespassing, and if she was caught, her mother was going to kill her even more than she would when she got back and discovered the mess Amity made in the kitchen.

Still, she needed that book. She wasn't giving up so quickly, not after coming all this way. Carefully, she opened the tent flap, just a bit, and cast her eyes out to see who had spoken, her jaw dropping at what she saw.

A vast, busy market filled with a variety of creatures she couldn't even begin to comprehend filled her field of view. The sights, the sounds, the smell. It was like the cosplay conventions she'd always heard about, but never had the courage to convince her parents to let her attend. As fantastical as it seemed, she shook her head and cleared her thoughts, this was obviously some kind of weird demon themed Renn Faire. Fantasy stuff didn't exist in real life, after all. This was all just a major set of really strange coincidences.

Her eyes were drawn to a gray haired, bandana wearing older woman who held the owl Amity had been chasing in her hands. The little feathered fiend blinked at her owlishly from where she hid, then closed its eyes as it was screwed on top of a staff, and turned into wood. Amity's prior thoughts of fantasies not being real went down another peg as she let out a sharp gasp, only covering it by clamping her hands around her mouth.

"Now, let's see what you brought me," the woman cackled, shifting through the bag. She tossed aside a variety of items that had clear value, including some of her sister's jewelry, declaring it all as junk. That is, until she pulled out a long tube sock, stretched to the point it would never fit another foot again, and, of all things, draped it around her neck like a boa scarf. "Now this, this will make me rich!"

Amity held back a gag, hoping that it had at least been clean, when the next item the woman pulled out was the very thing Amity had come for, her Azura book. The woman held it aloft, glancing at the cover with a quirked brow, then flipped through the pages, inspecting it for damage. Lastly, she put it to her face, and took a whiff, then held it out at arms length, "Bleh. Well, it looks oddly familiar, but it certainly doesn't smell that way."

With a shrug, the woman tucked it under her arm, instead of placing it on the table in front of her, whistling a little tune as she bent over to inspect what else may be in the bag. Seizing her opportunity, Amity reached out of the tent, snagging the book from the lady.

"Sorry, not sorry, but this is mine!" Amity squeaked, then turned around to bolt. She only had a fraction of a second to realize there was a door there that she must have come through, before it folded in on itself and vanished, leaving her no place to run. Turning back, she met the otherworldly golden eyes of a wraith filled scavenger lady, who looked about ready to snap.

"You're not going anywhere." The lady said sternly, a key in her hand with an eye that matched the one that had been on the door. Amity quickly threw out that this was a renn faire at all out of her mind, realizing that she'd actually found some kind of fantasy world, and that she was trapped. Before she could put together a plan to rob the lady of her keys, her mind too preoccupied with not fainting to get the heck out of wherever she was, the key was pocketed in the woman's hair of all places, and Amity was filled with panic.

Running to the edge of the tent, she pulled up the flap and bolted, heading out the back end in such a rush she nearly fell off a cliff the tent was settled nearby. As she regained her balance, Amity gazed upon the view before her, eyes wide in a mixture of horror and wonder at the vast cityscape, larger than all of Gravesfield and bustling with an army's worth of demons of various shapes and sizes. "Oh, God. I'm in Hell, aren't I?!"

A cold hand clamped down on her shoulder, forcefully turning her around to glare down at her. "Oh, you wish, girly. You wish."

The next thing Amity knew, she'd been dragged out in front of the tent(a market stall, now that she could see it from the front) and shoved down into a stool. "I just wanted my book back!" She growled, trying her age-old coping technique of covering the weaker emotions she felt like fear with aggression.

The lady narrowed her eyes down at her, making Amity shrink under her gaze, instinctively pulling her legs in closer to her body. "Look, I know you're not going to kill me, if you were, you'd have done so already!" Amity stammered out, eyes glancing around, looking for a way out of this and seeing none.

"Kill you? Why would I kill…" The lady stepped back and spread her arms out, "A potential customer!"

Amity could only watch as the woman tried to peddle her wares to her, each item's description more inaccurate than the last, as Amity realized this was just some kind of vendor who pulled one over the schmucks by convincing them human garbage was treasure.

The more she heard of this sales pitch, the more she wished this woman had just killed her.

It became quickly apparent that despite looking far less bizarre than the people and monsters around her, that this woman was not at all human. The eyes so gold they practically glowed? The living owl on her staff? The complete disconnect from the everyday objects she was selling, as if she had no clue what they were or their purpose? This woman was clearly some kind of demon like everyone else, and as such was not to be trusted.

Amity suddenly had a small portable television shoved in her face, the older woman declaring it a "box that could only reflect sadness." Amity stared at her reflection, at her expression, and realized the woman wasn't entirely wrong on that front. Shoving the thing out of her face, Amity breathed out, calming herself, "Look, I just want my book back. If I buy something, will you let me go?"

The pale woman grinned, rubbing her hands together, "Depends on how much you're willing to pay. I've never had a captive customer before, that's got to include a markup, right?"

Amity frowned, and reached into her pocket, grabbing a handful of bills she kept for emergencies. To any other high schooler, this amount would have been staggering, but this was pocket change to a Blight. "I've got four hundred, is that enough?"

With glee, the woman snatched the cash out of Amity's hands, excitedly counting it, at least until she noticed it was the wrong color, with the wrong people on it. "Wait a minute, these aren't snails."

Amity's brow furrowed, wondering if that was the currency in whatever place this was, but quickly set that thought aside. "I fail to see how that's my problem. You wanted me to pay for a human item, and I just paid in human money. I expect my book back, and our deal to be honored."

What Amity got in response was a wad of cash to the face, with her stuffing what she could back into her pockets. "What's your name, kid?" The woman asked her, bending over so they were eye level and tone dangerous.

"Amity. Amity Blight." For once in her life, Amity hoped the name meant something, carried any kind of weight, but she saw no recognition in the older woman's eyes.

"Well, Blight, I'm Eda. Eda The Owl Lady." A hush that fell around the market as the newly revealed Eda spoke. Amity could feel at least a dozen pairs of eyes on them. "And I don't take my deals lightly. You do not want to try and cheat Eda the Owl Lady."

She turned to prostrate to the crowd, "I'm the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles! I am respected, feared-"

"Busted!" A deep voice interrupted Eda, slamming a fist down upon the television she'd been trying to pawn off to Amity and breaking it to pieces. The crowd watching took off in a panic as the newcomer took out a wanted poster and held it aloft, "Eda the Owl Lady! You are wanted for misuse of magic and demonic misdemeanors!"

Amity, taking what shelter she could manage from the side of the table, side eyed Eda, "Why am I not surprised by this revelation?"

The guard, as he could only be a guard, went on about taking Eda to someplace called a conformitorium, which Eda outright refused, until Amity was accused of fraternizing with criminals and about to be hauled off herself. Before Amity knew it, Eda had submitted to the guard's arrest, only to pull a predictable stunt and attack the man, grabbing Amity by the wrist and tugging her along, her staff over her shoulder and the knapsack of stolen goods hanging off of it.

"Owl Lady, if we don't get out of this alive, I'm going to kill you!" Amity hissed between her teeth as she did her best to keep up with the taller woman, who was still dragging her along, Amity hardly keeping up with Eda's longer strides.

Eda just laughed, "You're feisty for a human, aren't you? But don't worry, we'll get out of this alive. You're not much use to me if you're dead!" Before Amity could question what she'd meant by that ominous phrasing, she felt herself being pulled up into the air, flying on the crazy witch's staff like she'd always seen them do with brooms in cartoons.

As they flew over the odd, bewitching landscape known as the Boiling Isles, Eda filled Amity in on what the Demon Realm was. A place full of magic, where every myth the human world had was just a bit of Eda's world leaking over to Amity's. Somewhere along the way the bandana the woman was wearing came off from the rushing wind, exposing long, pointed ears. Amity had understood this woman wasn't human already, but still couldn't help but stare a little.

As cool as flying through the air was, Amity was getting antsy. Every moment she was away from home was another moment for her mother to find out what she'd done. She'd left the kitchen a mess, there was no way the kitchen staff wouldn't complain about it when they started making dinner for the family, and then Odalia would know she'd taken the book back. The anxiety was beginning to eat at her until finally they landed, only to be exacerbated by the fact that Eda left Amity on her staff with her severed hand still gripping the handle.

"Okay, I'm done. Send me home now, please." Amity moaned, biting back the urge to gag as Eda took her hand back and fused it to her wrist once more.

Eda grinned and flicked Amity's forehead with one of her long fingers from her bony hand, "Sure, but only after you help me first."

The witch erupted into laughter, levitating her things beside her and gesturing for Amity to follow, "Come with me, human."

Amity's eyes followed the path the witch was taking, and realized they were near a house. A cottage that looked like it had jumped right out of the pages of one of Amity's fantasy novels, right down to being alongside the edge of a cliff near an ocean filled with water that was colored unlike any Amity had ever seen. Behind the small building was a stone tower, looking older and more ancient than the house did, and Amity briefly wondered who exactly left that behind, and the mythic history it held. If it belonged to the witch, surely it contained a multitude of secrets, and had seen many summoning ceremonies.

Amity clutched her book tightly to her chest, and bounded after Eda towards the house, pushing the cool tower out of her mind. The Owl Lady couldn't be stupid enough to live here, right? When she clearly had a bounty on her head and guards chasing after her? "Is this place even safe for us to hide out in?"

"Don't worry about the guards," Eda winked, "my house has a state of the art defense system!"

As soon as the words left her lips, the thing Amity had assumed to be an owl shaped knocker on the door's eyes opened up, and it spoke. "Hoot hoot, password please!"

Amity clamped her hands over her ears and grimaced at the annoying voice that came from the things mouth, but Eda shut it up quickly by poking it's eyes with her fingers. "We've got no time for this, Hooty, let us in."

"Alright, alright, geez!" Hooty complained, glaring at the two, "You never want to have any fun! Ow! Hoot!"

Then he opened his maw, and Amity gagged for the second time in less than five minutes as she was more or less dragged inside by the arm. Standing inside, Eda, with the same dramatic flair she seemed to really like speaking with declared, "Welcome to the Owl House!"

With a snap of her fingers, the place came alive. Flames burst in the fireplace, which was unnecessary if you asked Amity. It was already summer and these Boiling Isles were hot and humid to begin with. A broom started sweeping up the place, cauldrons stirred their contents, and a grand mural on the ceiling lit up, illuminating the entire room.

"This is where I hide away from the pressures of modern life. Also the cops. Also ex girlfriends." Eda snorted, finding her own joke hilarious, though Amity could tell she was only partially joking.

Amity took a look around, stepping into the room properly. "This place is… something else." She breathed out.

It was a dump. A dirty, dusty, junk filled dump, but Amity knew better than to disrespect a witch in her own dwellings. Still, despite the place not exactly being the most sanitary place Amity had been in, it did have an overwhelming aura of magic and mystery to it, that she couldn't help but feel awed all the same. "So, is it just you and your… door living here?"

"Actually, I do have another roommate." Eda corrected, crossing her arms as a crash sounded throughout the house. Loud, booming sounds came down the hall, and a voice began to bellow.

"Who dares to intrude upon I, the King of demons!"

Amity turned to face where the sounds were coming from, and out stepped a small creature, covered in dark fur with a bone covered head. It's body was wrapped in a towel with duckies on it, with it have a rubber duck in its hands, clearly having just finished bathing. The small demon glared at her, but Amity wasn't in the least bit threatened.

Instead, Amity felt an overpowered temptation to coo over how adorable this little guy was. She'd never been one for overly cutesy things, like stuffed dolls or the like, that was more Edric's kind of thing, but there was something indescribably precious about this demon. As it marched towards her, she couldn't stop herself from reaching out and petting his head, barely holding back from scooping the demon up into her arms.

"You are just so cute!" She couldn't help but slip out, scratching behind one of his horns like he was a dog, and that was his ear.

King tried to slap her hands away, "No! Stop! You should be bowing! Groveling before your betters! Not- Not-!"

He seemed to melt a little as Amity scratched a spot under his chin, one of his legs twitching like a happy little puppy. "Ooh, right there is good… No, wait!" He shoved Amity's hands away, and back off, fear in his eyes.

"Eda! She's some kind of powerful sorceress! She incapacitated me effortlessly! Execute her!" He screeched, pointing a clawed finger up at Amity.

Eda chuckled, "She's not even a witch, King. She's a human. Amity the human. And she's here to help us with our… situation." She said vaguely.

King perked up, and all was forgiven, "Oh, okay!"

Amity, worried about how no one had exactly explained what it was she would be doing, put her foot down, "Listen here, I didn't agree to anything yet. I'm not doing anything unless you explain what's going on!"

One explanation later, with Eda more or less blackmailing Amity into doing what she wanted, or else Amity wasn't going home, and the three were standing outside of a building called the Conformatorium. With little fanfare, Amity and King were sent in through a window up in a tower while Eda went around to distract the warden.

They hadn't even been inside for more than three seconds when a voice rang out that made Amity jump. She couldn't possibly have been caught already, right? Turning, fists raised to defend herself if she had to, she was instead greeted by a woman behind bars. "Hey, Human, how did you get out of your cell?"

Amity lowered her fists, feeling a little foolish. It wasn't like she even knew how to throw a punch anyway. Tackle someone who had a rugby ball? Sure, but she'd never actually been in a fight before. "You got it wrong, I'm not a criminal."

"Yet!" King corrected jovially, hanging off of her shoulders. He was surprisingly light and clingy, so she didn't really mind.

"Yet." She agreed with a sigh. She was kinda in the process of stealing something from this world's version of the police, after all.

"Well, neither are we." The woman said. "That stupid warden likes to lock people up who don't fit in."

She explained that she wrote fan fiction of food falling in love, which Amity thought was weird. The guy in the cell beside her liked eating his own eyeballs, which Amity thought was disgusting. And the last one, a small demon with a lisp was into conspiracy theories, which Amity wasn't even going to touch upon.

Despite her internal judgments, Amity couldn't help but frown. "You guys don't sound like criminals. You're just a bunch of weirdos… But if you knew you'd get locked up for being different, then why did you even bother? Why not just be normal?"

Before any of the inmates could reply, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching met her ears. "It's Warden Wrath! Hide!" The witch in the cell warned.

Amity's breath caught in her throat at the idea of being caught. Eyes wide, she tried to find someplace, anyplace to run, her body frozen like a deer in the headlights. It was only due to the fast acting of King, who leapt from her shoulder, down to the ground, and dragged her into a nearby empty cell that saved them. Amity barely managed to pull the bars down and closed when the door slammed opened, and Wrath stepped inside.

"I can hear you." The masked man spoke, his large form filling the door completely. Amity took him in, throat tight and legs shaking as his every footstep made the floor shudder. He was taller than any man Amity had ever met in her life, with arms as thick as steel cables. His pristine white uniform made his inhuman gray skin stand out, and coming from a land of strange and fantastical creatures, Amity almost mistook his beaked mask to be his actual face. "Just what are you talking about?"

He eyed each of his prisoners silently, and for a moment Amity was worried that he'd fail to recognize her, and would know she didn't belong. Instead, his gaze moved past her as easily as the rest, who all remained silent and nervous under his obscured eyes.

All except the small, big nosed conspiracy theorist, who shriek "Fwight against the oppwessorws! We will wesist, we will conqwuer! We will nevah be afwaid of you, you cweep!"

The Warden bent down to be eye level with the strange creature, seeming unimpressed. After a moment, he opened the cell. "Hooway, I'm fwee!"

Wrath suddenly grabbed the small creature, his hands almost as big as she was. Giving the conspiracy theorist a tight squeeze, the Warden lifted her for all to see. "Let this be a warning to all of you. There is no place in society if you can't fit in."

With another squeeze of his mighty hand, the girl in his grip squealed in pain, making Amity wince. Without another word, Wrath stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him, and the room became still and quiet once more. Trying to keep from shaking, Amity quickly reopened the cell she was hidden in, and stepped out, not taking her eyes off the door the Warden had just departed from.

"King…" She spoke softly, making the little demon look up at her. "You know the way to where we gotta go, right?"

King gave her a nod, "of course! This isn't the first time Eda and I have broken in here, after all."

"Then lead the way. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to." Amity took a moment to collect herself, and together the two left. Amity was in such a rush to get out, she didn't even realize she'd left the other prisoners behind. The fan fiction witch sighed sadly as she watched Amity go, but didn't blame her. A jail break would only get the kid caught, anyhow.

"If it makes him happy, it makes me happy." Eda smiled, her eyes glancing away from Amity and back to King for just a moment, a little sparkle in them as her friend did a happy dance with his reclaimed Burger Queen crown. "Besides, us weirdos have to stick together, ya know?"

Amity gave a tiny nod and smiled back at Eda. She understood a little bit. From what she understood, King was sorta like Eda's pet, or her kid, and like any good parent, she wanted him to be happy. Getting him that happiness was all she needed at the end of the day.

Amity understood that's what a good parent should want.

"Well, we owe you one, so let's get out of here before the Warden finds us, and loses his head."

And just like that, Eda lost her own head, it being severed from her shoulders after being struck with a blade and falling into Amity's arms. Amity would have found it ironic, if she hadn't been screaming her lungs out.

"Ow! I hate it when that happe-" Amity kept screaming, Eda's face scrunching up in pain in the child's hands. "Hey! Kid! I can't exactly cover my own ears right now, could you stop screaming for a moment?"

Amity nearly dropped Eda's head, and for the upteenth time that day almost lost her lunch. This was way more than she signed up for.

"Finally, I have you cornered, Eda the Owl Lady. My guards could never get you, but I knew if I took your pet's toy you'd come running." Wrath uttered in his low voice, holding King's Burger Queen crown in the palm of his hand. With absolutely no effort, he crushed it like the paper it was.

"No! My power!" King fell to his knees in despair, and Amity, despite her overwhelming fear, scowled at the man for making someone so adorable be sad.

Eda seconded that scowl, glaring up at Wrath, "What do you want from me? I've never actually broken any of your stupid laws! … in front of you!"

"I want you…" The Warden growled, then pulled a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back, "to go out with me."

Amity's jaw dropped. "I was not ready for today…"

Wrath continued, ignoring Amity and encouraged by his guards' cheers, "You've always eluded our capture, you've always been the one that got away. I found that alluring."

"I hate everything you're saying right now." Amity uttered, Eda's downturned face silently agreeing with the human girl.

"You stay out of this!" With a thrust of his hand, it turned into a mass of sticky tendrils that scooped Amity up off the ground effortlessly, causing her to drop Eda's head. The witch clearly objected to this mistreatment, cursing up a storm as her head began to roll, but she too was picked up by the hair with Wrath's other hand.

Amity was a little too preoccupied with trying to escape to hear the exchange between the two adults, but Eda managed to get the warden to drop them both, and the four of them(Amity, King, Eda, and Eda's body), scrambled, Amity hopping onto Eda's staff with the others who then took off down the halls of the conformatorium.

The Warden chased them down the halls, moving at impossible speeds to keep up with the flying staff, screeching and calling for Eda as they moved. The witch flew past the same cells Amity had seen earlier, knowing it was the nearest way out. Just as the exit window was in sight, and Amity was about to cheer at their victory, it was snatched from them as the Warden struck, knocking them all out of the air and into a courtyard below where they landed with a harsh thud.

The three scrambled up, Eda's body grabbing her head and placing it back on as King groaned in pain from the fall. Reaching into her hair, Eda pulled out a key and handed it over, "Amity, go back to the human world."

Amity stared at the key, not believing her luck, nor that the Owl Lady was just going to hand it over. She hadn't seemed the type to give up anything for a stranger. Then again, she also hadn't seemed the type who'd break into prison to make her friend happy, either. Amity took the key, holding it tight in her palm.

She could leave. She could run away, and never look back. She had her book. She owed them nothing. They were only in danger because they placed themselves there. And yet… "What will you do?"

"Don't worry about me!" Eda cried, almost seeming surprised at Amity's concern.

King laughed, "we'll be fine, you should have seen her last boyfriend!"

"He's not my boyfriend." Eda reminded, dodging a blow from Wrath, his arms now turned into blades. Taking her staff, she put it under Amity, between her legs, "You're worry's touching, kid, but you have to go!"

Before Amity could object, Eda had given the staff a smack and it took off into the air.

Owlbert tried to carry Amity, though being unused to riding on a staff, her balance was completely off, and the poor girl found herself clinging on for dear life. In an attempt to find solid ground to keep the girl alive, the staff flew back into the prison, through the window they'd fallen out of, allowing Amity to land right back where she'd started her infiltration.

"Oh, hey. You're back." A familiar voice greeted her. Turning, Amity saw the same witch she'd spoken to earlier, still in her cage.

Amity, once more ignored them. Instead she palmed the key in her hand, weighing her options. She really could just leave, but her conscience was nagging at her. That she should stay and help. She had no idea how she was going to help though, and Eda had told her to go, so really, shouldn't she listen?

"Personally, I think you should just go. The warden always wins in the end, anyway."

Amity turned to the witch, a slight blush on her cheeks. She must have been panicking aloud. "I didn't ask you!"

The witch held up her hands in surrender, "Okay, okay. No need to yell."

"I-I just, I can't leave!" Amity insisted, pacing back and forth in front of the cell.

"Why not? No one would blame you. You didn't seem to have a problem when you left us earlier." The witch pointed out, but there was no bite in her words. Only defeat.

Amity flinched. She had. She'd left them there without a thought. Even knowing they didn't do anything to deserve being jailed, she'd made no attempt to free them from their confines. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind.

She'd only mentally derided them. Thought that if they hadn't wanted to be locked up, they'd have just followed the rules. Been normal. That maybe they'd fit in better when everything was said and done.

"I've let you indulge in your little fantasies for too long."

"That book is making you an outlier in the family."

'One day, you'll thank me.'

Her mothers words echoed in her head, and she realized in the moment, she'd been no better than Odalia. Even knowing it was wrong for them to have been caged like animals, she'd made excuses in her head to justify why they deserved to be there, and it had sounded exactly like what her mother would have said. She kept instinctively ignoring their existences, because her Mother wouldn't have allowed her to fraternize with such people.

Gritting her teeth, Amity made her decision. She raced to the lever that opened the cells, and pushed against it, trying to get it to raise, to open the cage and free the prisoners on this cell block. The witch raised an eyebrow as she watched Amity try to lift it. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm setting you guys free!" Amity spoke through clenched teeth. The mechanism was half rusted shut and wasn't moving, no matter how hard she tried. Wraith must have had a massive amount of strength of he could easily lift it with one hand.

"You should just save yourself the effort." The woman said, but smiled at Amity's attempts.

"No!" Amity stopped, then stomped her foot stubbornly. "I refuse! And do you want to know why?"

The witch put her face between the bars, and her companions in their own cells followed suit. The eyeball eater looked genuinely curious, and piped up. "Why?"

"Because you might be a bunch of weirdos, but that's what makes you special! It's what makes Eda and King special! At least to me! We might not be able to take the Warden down alone, but maybe we can stop him, if only us weirdos can all stick together!" Amity tried, desperate for their help.

The witch squatted down a little so she was eye level with Amity, and looked at her from between the bars. "And what makes you a weirdo?" She asked softly.

Amity bit her lip, and avoided her eyes. It was stupid. It was silly. It wasn't anything more than these guys had been jailed for though, so she sucked it up, bringing her eyes back level with the witch. Then, loud and proud, she spoke, "I like- no, I love the Azura the Good Witch series! I love fantasy stories in general! I like girls!"

She swallowed, finally having that out in the open, "A-and maybe that doesn't mean much, or doesn't sound weird to you. And it's not really all that weird in my own world. But it is weird in my family. And I'm tired of hiding it."

The witch smiled gently at Amity and asked, "What's your name?"

Amity smiled back, rubbing her arm a little bashfully, and answered "Amity."

"Katya," The woman grinned.

"Eyegore!" The eyeball eater added.

"Tiny Nose!" The conspiracy theorist yelled.

"You're right, we weirdos have to stick together. So get us out of here, and let's show Wrath what we're made of!" Katya pumped her fist, and the others cheered.

Amity grinned, then rushed back to the lever, pushing against it with all of her might. As she did so, the prisoners cheered her on, chanting her name. Still, the handle wouldn't budge. Unwilling to give up, Amity focused and tapped into the raw strength being a rugby player honed into her. She listened to the cheers the inmates gave her, and with one more mighty shove there was a click, the level lifted, opening all the cells up and releasing her new allies.

"Come on!" Amity cried rushing off in the direction she'd left the Owl Lady, "We have to hurry!"

The group was victorious in their battle against the warden. With overwhelming numbers, they'd managed to send him packing, and the group stayed together as far as the gate of the conformatorium before parting ways.

"I'm going to learn to bake. There are so many more ways to eat my own eyeballs, and I intend to explore them all!" Eyegore chuckled, his voice filled with mirth now that he was free from the prison's walls.

"I'm gowing to start my own newspaper! The world must know the twuth!" Tiny Nose declared, fists raised in the air.

"And I've found a taste for rebellion!" Katya cheered, before sobering, looking serious, "I need to find some like minded individuals. And make some pamphlets!"

"You had me at rebellion," Eda said, throwing an arm around Amity's shoulder, making the human grin, "but you lost me at pamphlets. We'll see you guys later. Or maybe never. I've got a promise to keep."

Together, Amity, King and Eda took off into the night, flying through the air on Eda's staff until they were once more in the clearing in front of Eda's house. "This was fun, kiddo. I'd say we should do this again sometime, but you seemed pretty eager to get back home…"

Amity looked up at Eda, a look of disbelief on her face. "Wait, really?"

"Well, yeah. I know it'll make King happy to have the company." Eda shrugged, downplaying her own enjoyment in having Amity along.

Amity felt a little bashful, and lowered her gaze. Looking back up, she saw there was a full moon, which illuminated the sky, and she realized that it was already night. Dinner must have long been served hours ago at her house. Meaning her mother likely knew what she'd done by now. It was too late to save herself from that.

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, sure enough there was a message from her mother there, intentionally unalarming in it's tone.

Mother: "Mittens? Where did you run off to?"

Amity frowned, then stuffed the phone back into her pocket. Her mother would be furious when she returned home. If she returned home. The reoccurring fantasy of running away from home, of deciding her own destiny, filled her head once more. Only this time, the thoughts of hiding out in an urban city, or in the countryside were taking on an entirely more fantastical angle. "Hey, I know… I know I made a big deal about going back, and all, but this place hasn't been so bad. I had a lot of fun too."

Eda raised a brow, a teasing smile gracing her lips, "Oh really? Did Little Miss Uptight finally learn to let her hair down?"

Amity tried and failed to hide a grimace at that nickname, but at least it was more deserving than 'Mittens' was. "What I mean to say is… I've got nowhere else to be, and you seem to want me around. And us weirdos have to stick together. So, why don't I stay?"

Eda scoffed and crossed her arms. Then she realized Amity was being serious. "You're not kidding, are you? Huh. Why would you even want to stay here? You hated it this afternoon."

"Well, I have always loved fantasy. I like witches, and magic. I figured maybe you could teach me how to be a witch. And in return, I'll help you find some real quality human stuff to sell." Amity offered, trying to tempt the witch with a bargain, knowing Eda couldn't resist a good deal.

Eda laughed in her face, "As much as I'd like a bunch of human junk, I'm sorry to say, but humans can't be witches. You can't learn magic."

Amity shrugged nonchalantly, but on the inside was hoping her deal wasn't about to fall through before it could even get off the ground. "Sounds to me like it's a deal in your favor, then. It wouldn't be your fault if I can't learn."

Eda pursed her lips, and seemed to be considering it. "What about your family? I'm assuming you have one of those?"

Amity frowned, and looked away. "I- I don't have a family."

It should have been cruel of her to say. It should have made her feel awful. Instead, it felt oddly freeing. Not that she allowed Eda to see that. She needed the woman to believe her, so instead when she looked back up to meet Eda's eyes, she gave her a small pout, trying to earn sympathy.

Eda put her hands on her hips and screwtinized Amity, carefully looking her over. Whatever she saw, she didn't say. Amity felt fear gripping her as she wondered what Eda would say next, yes or no, when King clung to the witch's leg.

"Let her stay! She can help us make snacks!" The Demon begged, earning a snicker from the witch.

"Okay, fine, you can stay. What is it with me and orphans, anyway?" Eda gave in, turning away from the two and marching towards her house.

"What's that mean?" King asked. "I don't remember any other orphans!"

Eda grimaced at her slip up, and shot King a backwards glance, "Nothing, my liege, just my mind going in my old age."

"Understandable!"

Amity could hardly contain her excitement. She didn't have to go back home. She'd never have to go back home. Goodbye Mom, goodbye Dad, goodbye twins, forever! She'd finally found a place out of their reach. They'd never find her, not in a million years. She was finally free.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket once more, and Amity took it out, seeing one more message from her mother.

Mother: Amity. Come home. Now.

Amity barely glanced over the text message before holding down the power until the phone turned off. She wasn't sure if the tracking would work here, but she wasn't going to risk it. Racing after King and Eda, she called out while holding her phone aloft, "Hey, I've already got a head start on some human junk you can sell!"

Eda turned around, "what is that, some kind of paperweight?"

"Something like that." Amity gave it a toss, and Eda caught it, examining the phone closely as she opened the door to the Owl House.

The group noticed that, unlike how they left it, the place wasn't empty. A short figure stood with a bag on their back, glancing around the place. At the sound of the door opening, the person turned around, revealing a girl.

She had a short mop of dark brown hair that framed a light brown face. Her eyes were bright, literally, having golden yellow orbs much like Eda's. She was dressed casually, in tights, shorts, and a hooded cat-eared T-shirt that while lovingly patched up and a little frayed from use, looked entirely too human in it's make to have come from the isles, but with her pointy ears there was no doubt she was a witch. Her smile lit up the room as she noticed Eda come in, and she sent over a cheerful wave, "Oh, there you are, Mom!"

Eda blinked, "Luz? Oh, yeah, I do have custody of you today, don't I? Slipped my mind with the whole jailbreak thing."

The girl named Luz snorted, "You say that every week!"

King bounded over to the new figure in the room, chanting her name as she scooped him up inter har arms. She didn't even seem to mind that Eda had forgotten about her. Amity meanwhile, could only stare at Eda in disbelief, "Wait, you're a mom?!"

Eda snorted, smirking at the girl, "Oh yeah, bet you didn't see that coming, huh?"

Stepping through the glowing door and out of the Demon realm, a basilisk lifted a hand to cover her face as the sun's rays beamed down on her. So this was the Human Realm? It was a lot more green than she was used to.

Slithering through the grass and away from the beaten up old shack, Vee allowed herself to smile. To feel hope. She was out of Belos' reach. He'd never be able to get ahold of her again. She only wished she had the chance to bring more of her siblings with her, but knowing them, they wouldn't be happy without a source of magic to feed on.

The next question, of course, was what could she do with this newfound freedom? She'd never been able to choose for herself. Not with how careful she'd had to be while on the run. Now? She could go anywhere, do anything.

Vee made her way through the woods, curiously gazing around the terrain as she went. The occasional fruit from a tree littered the ground, and while she at first was reserved about trying it, the bright red orb looked delicious, and the human world was supposed to be a lot tamer. A lot safer. Biting into the flesh, it tasted sweeter than anything she'd ever eaten before.

Eventually, the trees parted, making way for a hard, paved road. Vee, careful as always, hid behind a tree and watched as large, metal beasts rolled past at amazing speeds. Across the street, she could see a small group of people sitting on a bench, next to a sign that said, "Bus Stop."

She finished eating her fruit as she observed as these humans came and went, climbing into an extremely large specimen of metal beast, which must be a 'Bus.' As one group climbed on, another group climbed off, going on their way. Gathering her courage, and wanting to get as far away from the portal as she could, Vee remembered what the human who came through the portal had looked like, and assumed her shape.

Blond hair with brown roots, tied up in a half ponytail. Collared shirt with a sweater vest. A very modest skirt, with fashionable boots. Satisfied with her appearance, Vee carefully made her way across the street, taking a seat at this 'Bus Stop,' and waited.

Soon, she found herself smiling again from her seat by the window at the back of the bus, watching as they drove past a sign that said "Now leaving Gravesfield."

A/N: I hope you aren't too disappointed with how similar this is to canon, and think that from now on every chapter is going to be a rewrite of an episode, just with Amity instead of Luz. Because this is about as close to canon as we're getting, and as you can see, it really departed from that by the end. Amity has no intention of returning home at the end of Summer like Luz did. Vee isn't even in Gravesfield anymore, and is running around as Amity. Luz is Eda's kid.

Don't worry, you'll be seeing Camila in the future. The orphan line was about King, not Luz.

If you're wondering how Amity got text messages while the door wasn't open… that happens in canon as well plenty of times, too. Despite that they also establish the door needs to be open for Luz to get signal in other episodes. It's a contradiction I'll allow since it's in canon anyway. Maybe a weak signal gets through a closed door, as long as a phone is physically near it? Meh.