Hello. Clover here. It's been four years since stepping back in the saddle with creative writing. Instead, I have been working on my journalism. If anyone knows anything about journalism, however, it differed greatly from my previous style. I am attempting to get back into the swing of things through this interesting fic.

Please don't expect too much from it. I merely need a vehicle from which to practice, but one thing I learned is publish or perish. Note, I don't own Owl House or Presentable Liberty. Enjoy.

If you could leave everything behind and start again, would you? I never really expected the option to ever present itself, but as I stood in my back yard, I found myself face to face with a door.

At first, I was confused. There was never a random doorway in our overgrown garden. No. Just weeds and the occasional piece of trash thrown over the fence from our college student neighbors was back here usually. A whole door was simply obscene, let alone the fact I was out there to find it.

Still, in my pajamas in the dead of night, my curiosity itched at this strange sight. I reached out and opened the door to find a forest. Blinking at the odd scene, I turned back to the building.

'I could just leave,' I thought to myself as I ran back to my room, 'I'll pack a small bag and see what is in the forest. No harm there,' I chuckled, 'It's not every day you find a door to another place. What a dream.'

I soon had a backpack stuffed with all of the essentials, and I made my way back to the door. It must have been daytime in the forest, because it lit up the yard like a Christmas tree. I was surprised no one else noticed. Taking one last glance at my home, I stepped inside, not knowing this would be the last time I would see this place.

The walk in the woods was pleasant. It had been nearly a year since I had seen this number of trees, and the whole ordeal made me giddy. Looking down the forest trail, I began to run. I had not been allowed to run in a long time. 'Too childish,' I was told by my superiors.

Feeling the breeze rush past my ears, I smiled. I loved running with short hair. I could feel the wind, hear everything. My physique was small, although my legs were muscular to say the least. Years of labor made sure of that. Here, though, I felt energized.

That was when I heard it, a violin playing in the forest. I paused, trying to locate the sound, my legs almost carrying me of their own accord. In the forest there was a person. They were about my height, tan skin and mint hair. Their ears were long and pointed, and they appeared to be deep in concentration as they played in the thicket. I pressed myself up against a tree, noticing its amber leaves before returning to the scene before me. The air was sweet, and I felt a rush of calm as they played. Deciding not to hide myself, I slipped in front of the tree and watched. They did not notice. Still, I saw the soft swirl of the wind as I watched this being play. I could not tell if it was their doing or a strange coincidence. l decided to just enjoy this dream while I could.

With that acceptance however the tune came to an end and I instinctively put my hands together in applause.

The figure snapped their head toward me, and I noticed their warm green eyes turn to a look of surprise. Masked behind a pair of large, round spectacles, they spoke for the first time, their soft voice quivering.

"Who are you?"

I paused. I could be honest, state my real name, but from my work, I learned names are not as important as people think. If one got dirty, simply change it, like a shirt.

'Was my name dirty?' I thought to myself, 'It does not feel dirty, but when would I have this opportunity again?' I never before had the chance to pick my name, so the idea of doing so left me with a smile plastered on my face.

"My name is Marlow, and you are?"

"Raine Whispers.