Well, guess what time it is. That's right! It's Season 3! Woohoo! Finally! The Owl House Fic is finally becoming an Owl House Fic with more Owl House characters! Yippee! No more Human Realm nonsense! Time to move on to the part where shit gets crazy!

I won't say much, other than with a new season comes a new Opening and Ending Segment! Also, I wanted to, once again, thank all of my dedicated readers. I also wanted to give special thanks to Monstrel and anyone who upkeeps both the Villains/Heroes Fanon Wiki and TVTropes page for All For Luz.

Also, for the Timeline nerds: Season 3 takes place 5 Boiling Isles months and 7 Human/Mutant Realm Months after the events of Season 2. Meaning that it is currently Scarbury in The Boiling Isles and April in the Human/Mutant Realm. This is important for later, so keep that in mind. Also keep in mind that the events of The Boiling Isles take place five years before the canon of MHA.

Anyway, with that all being said, let's get into the first episode of Season 3!

[Opening: Zankyosanka – By: Aimer]

*The opening begins with an overhead shot of a township with strange, bizarre looking buildings with various purposes such as stores, libraries, houses, hotels, and a massive school. Some of the buildings have eyes, some of the roofs have teeth, and others look like normal brick-built buildings. As the shot pans around the town, the sound of a piano, drums, and trumpets plays, and just as the camera pans up toward the sky, revealing the title "The Owl House – All For Luz!" appearing with the blazing sun behind it, and as Japanese Kanji appears underneath the title: フクロウの家 - すべてはルズのために! The sound of a chorus of people chanting "Da da-ra da-ra da-da, da-ra da-da da-ra da-da" echo out, as the number 3 appears in a spark of purple lightning.*

*The scene pans down as Amity Blight, who is dressed in the Hexside School of Demonics and Witchcraft uniform, with black sleeves and black leggings, and notably, her hair is dyed purple, runs down the street and meets up with Willow Park, also dressed in the same uniform though with green sleeves and leggings. Amity slows down to a walking pace as she enters the school with Willow.*

*As they walk in, they're joined by Viney and Boscha, the former of whom is wearing the same sleeves and leggings as Amity, and the latter wearing yellow sleeves and leggings. As they walk, they talk and laugh like genuine friends, but for a brief second, Amity's eyes gain a nervous gleam, indicating that she's concerned about something, as she glances over at Willow, who frowns at her.*

*The scene cuts to being inside an ampitheatre, where two individuals completely cloaked in white and wearing both a raven and an owl mask stand at the sides of a young, semi-muscular, ash-blond-haired boy with orange eyes and pointed ears, dressed in the golden guard outfit. The new Golden Guard has a cocky smirk on their face, glaring down at Amity, before pulling a sword and pointing at her, as if to say "I challenge you", earning a scowl from Amity, all the while, a disembodied voice sings.*

"I've found a place where love will bloom"

"I wonder how the phantom finds you"

"Under the moonlight, we make our own"

"You shine so bright, but I can't look away"

*Before that can happen, however, the right wall to the ampitheatre wall breaks, as a Nomu appears, exposed brain, beak-like mouth, and wearing a pair of shorts, letting out a bellowing roar, drawing the now group of seven's attention. One of the figure's in the cloaks point their staff tipped with a raven motif at the Nomu, while the one in the owl mask fans out their fingers as they turn into talons. Willow takes a step back in fear, as does Boscha, while Viney creates several clones of herself to act as a wall, meanwhile Amity body sparks to life with purple electricity, as her normally gold eyes spark purple and the new Golden Guard's finger tips turn bright pink, preparing to attack.*

*Suddenly, a Figure appears next to the Nomu, this figure wearing dark blue trenchcoat, with a black waistcoat, white shirt, and blue and white striped tie underneath, along with a pair of dark blue pants and black knee-high boots. The figure holds a staff with a chameleon palisman atop it, and wears a dark blue oni mask and black gloves that obscure any identifying details. The figure points the staff at the group, as the Nomu charges them, while they prepare to attack, all the while the disembodied voice continues to sing.*

"Push and pull, but I'll never back down"

"Riding the wind and following that sound"

"Hold tight, I can't fight the pain I endure"

"But this won't end tonight"

"When you think you're in control, I'll turn the tide on you!"

*The Nomu targets The Golden Guard and The two Coven Witches. The raven masked witch shoots a concentrated beam of light at the Nomu, staggering it back. The Golden Guard uses that moment it's staggered to charge it and slap it in the chest, causing it to float upward and into the air. The owl-masked witch leaps up into the air, owl wings from its back, and slams the Nomu back into the ground. Just as it hits the ground, The Golden Guard cuts its head off with his sword, which was coated with a black substance that spread from his arm.*

"Calling to the dark, you're resonating in my heart"

"Your voice will reach beyond the stars"

"This fire burns brighter, they'll never know"

"So let us start the show!"

*Viney and Amity confront The Mysterious Figure, who creates several duplicates of himself with magic, all of whom try to launch a pincer attack on Viney. However, Viney commands her clones to deal with them, which gives Amity the opening she needs to lung toward The Mysterious Figure, pulling back her right arm, purple sparks flying with reckless abandon as the apparition of Yoichi appears behind her, mimicking her movement.*

*Just before the attack lands, The Mysterious Figure creates a dark blue barrier in front of them to defend against the attack, before the scene abruptly cuts to a hilltop in the distance, overlooking Hexside. Atop that hill, The Mysterious Figure appears, back turned and kneeling on one leg in front of Toshiko, who's arms are crossed with a smirk on her face, red eyes glowing wildly. Behind and to her left is a figure in dressed in what appears to be dark purple futuristic armour with a glowing purple visor (technology from The Mutant Realm), and to her right is an individual cloaked in black with a Hawk-themed mask. The scene pans back up to the sky, which is now dusk, just as the opening finishes.*

"Even if you don't know who you want to hear this song"

"You'll find them on this path you're on!"

"I wanna for the light, for the truth"

"I'm always fighting to find something new"

"Now I'll just believe in you!"

*Just before the opening finishes, and as the chanting chorus of "Da da-ra da-ra da-da, da-ra da-da da-ra da-da" echoes out again, in the distance, a star glimmers, before the scene fades, and the episode begins.*

[Spark of a New Dawn]

Orange skies fixed with yellow clouds decorated the sky above as the blazing heat of a dark yellow sun that loomed overhead. Griffins and dragons flew about through the skies, as common as birds on Earth, all varying in sizes from small to large. Pixies hovering about lower toward the ground making an irritating buzzing sound much like that of gnats.

Rats with worm-like bodies walked alongside human-esque individuals with pointed ears, who in turn were also walking around beside creatures that were typically seen as nothing but myth—minotaur's, cyclops, golems, and even wolf-like people.

It was, to most, a bizarre looking place. A weird world full of weird creatures that, while some resembled humans, were still weird with their pointed ears. At least, before the awakening of super powers, that was. But all the same, it was still weird.

However, to those who lived in this world—to those who were born in such a society—it was anything but weird. In fact, they could consider human wildlife to be weird and bizarre; save for giraffes, since they were banished to the human realm.

The civilization in question lived on the corpse of something called The Titan. If it was put on The Earth and compared to a standard continent, it would be about the size of the state of Delaware, take away a couple of kilometres, rounding at around a nice 32 kilometres in length and 40 kilometres in width with the tallest peak on The Titan being The Knee, which stands at the height of 45 kilometres—taller than Mount Everest.

The culture on The Titan, known to the locals as The Boiling Isles, was varied, but, for the most part, was very distinct. They had their own holidays, had their own months and ways of counting them, and while they didn't have a traditional power grid they did have a form of magical electricity produced by the Construction Coven—one of the many Covens of witches.

As for the residents of The Boiling Isles, they were split up into two races: Witches, Demons, and Half-n-Half's. They were self-explanatory: Witches were the humanoid creatures who looked like humans and had pointed ears, and Demons were everything else. Half-n-Half's were half breeds between the species, although they mostly take the appearance of a witch with Demon presenting features, such as having horns or three eyes.

However, even with witches, there was a degree of separation. One that had only come up in the last fifteen years.

And one of those people was a dyed purple haired teenage witch, although underneath the dyed hair, if one squinted, her natural dark brown roots shone through. Pointed ears, like most witches, and pale skin were her defining features. She had golden yellow eyes, and typically she was dressed in a black mid-sleeved dress that was kept up by a gray belt to keep it from falling past her knees.

To make up for that, she wore a pair of crimson red leggings, and she had a pair of black runners on with crescent moon motifs on the lip of her shoes. Her nails were painted black—something she did when she was bored—and her hair was done up in a ponytail to keep it from getting in her face.

Although, as of right now, she wasn't wearing the aforementioned dress. Instead, to replace it, she was wearing a black tank top. Why? Because of what it was the female witch was doing.

Unlike most witches, who practiced magic, this witch was born with a defect. This witch was unable to use magic because she was born without the organ that produced the fluid to allow her access to a Witches natural birthright commonly dubbed a "Bile sac." Mainly it was because she was instead born with a "Gift" as society had decided to dub them.

Gifts had only shown up, conveniently, 39 years ago, right around the time she was born, and she was considered a Second Generation Gift User. There were well over 500 Second Generation Gift Users, and 340 First Generation Gift Users, all of whom were given their powers by a man only known as The Interloper.

Her particular Gift gave her a form of Super Strength that required her to maintain physically fit condition in order to not cause bodily harm to herself when she used it. So, she figured, instead of maintaining it, why not go the full nine yards and become as strong as physically possible without looking like an ogre.

And so, with the help of her mother, that was exactly what she did. It didn't help that her family, The Blight's, were the third wealthiest family in all of the Isles. They not only had the spare money to maintain a personal gym, but also the funds to create custom weights for her.

Which brought her to what she was doing. Currently, the girl, Amity Blight, was sitting on the edge of a bench after having just finished bench pressing 1,400 lbs. for five reps of seven sets of it. It was what she averaged as of late, and it was good for building strength and muscle. Prior to that, she had done a full calisthenics workout as well a ten kilometer run on the sprinting track they had in the backyard of the Blight Manor.

The home gym was located in the basement, just across from Amity's fathers workshop, of which the man lived in for the most part. Not that Amity cared, mind you.

As for Amity Blight herself, physically speaking, even compared to most adult female witches, she was physically domineering. Granted, she was short—five foot three at the most—but it wasn't height that made her intimidating. It was the fact that, specifically when flexing her muscles, she looked like she could wrestle a Slither beast and win ten times out of ten. Even when she wasn't flexing, her arms were defined enough to where the muscles were visible, they simply expanded upon her putting any effort into making them look big.

Her abdominal region was also well defined underneath the tank top, as was upper and lower back, alongside her legs. As a matter of fact, her whole body had, for the most part, had about a 16% body fat to muscle ratio throughout her body, all the while keeping a lean physique. It became even more obscured whenever she wore her Hexside Uniform—of which she was recently admitted into, and that was what made today, Scarbury 17th, a very special day.

Amity Blight had turned 15 years old in Dismember, and so when the next semester rolled around, Amity's mother had finally allowed her to go to Hexside. After she had done her morning regiment, she was going take the family broom into Bonesborough to take her to Hexside.

As for what Track she was placed into, she wasn't exactly given a choice. She was put into The Gifted Track, which came with a set of black sleeves and leggings to mark her as part of the Track. It was the only track without a sigil because Gifts weren't magic, but pure genetics. Society viewed magic as better, though, and that was because it was more versatile. One Gift could be countered by several Track Members, but some of those Gifts were stronger than most magic combined, so it balanced itself out.

That didn't stop those with Gifts being looked upon as second-class citizens. It was a widespread thing. Over 95% of the population lacked a gift, and the 5% of the population that had Gifts were seen as lesser. Hexside was the only school in The Boiling Isles that accepted Gift Users into its walls.

And because Gift Users were seen as second-class citizens, even those with an exuberant amount of wealth, were barred from going to certain locations. For example: the library in Bonesborough refused the service of anyone with a Gift. Same with most local stores. It wasn't unprecedented, either, as a Gift User in The Interloper had terrorized The Boiling Isles for ten straight years after pretending to be an ally.

It also drove the hatred for all Human's up by a lot. It wasn't hard to see why, either. Especially considering two humans were enough to up-end society. Granted, The Interloper had a great many of supports who vanished after he did. Many believed they all took their lives, but many historians refused to believe that The Interloper's armies vanished because their leader disappeared. Many believed that they simply went into hiding.

As for where? Nobody knew.

Not even The Emperor.

That being said, Amity didn't quite care what their fates were. Out of sight, out of mind was the motto she was rolling with at the moment.

"Whelp, can't sit around all morning," Amity thought as she stood up from the bench, stretching as she did so, sweat glossing over her skin as she grunted. Without so much as a second thought she walked over to another, actual bench nearby which had her new school uniform waiting for her. It was conveniently next to the gym shower room.

Taking the clothes with her into the shower room, after about five or so minutes of cleaning herself using purified and heavily cleansed abomination matter to eat away at all the dirt and grim that had caked itself on her, she stepped out fully changed into her uniform. Said uniform consisted of the aforementioned black sleeves and leggings but also a black grey tunic, black cowl, and black boots that stopped just above her ankles.

Her hair now was also no longer done up in a ponytail but was now free flowing down to the tip of her shoulders, which showed off the various shades of purple her hair was coloured, starting from dark purple at her roots to a faded purple near the ends of her hair and bangs.

Stepping out of the gym and racing up the stairs to the main living room—which the basement was connected to—the moment she entered she was greeted with her siblings sitting on the couch.

Edric and Emira Blight, the Terrible Duo as they were known in town. Pranksters and enjoyers of causing mayhem. They looked identical to one another, save the fact that one was a boy and the other was a girl. They were two years older than Amity, meaning they were 17 years old.

Both Edric and Emira had natural light green hair, Edric's was styled in a slicked back manner whereas Emira's reached just past her shoulders before turning into a braided ponytail that stopped at the center of her back. Edric and Emira were dressed in the Hexside Uniform, both of which wearing light blue leggings and sleeves, marking them as being apart of the Illusion Track—a track for those who wanted to study Illusion Magic.

The second they saw her, they looked away, as if disgusted. Amity paid them no mind. They, much like the population of Witches that were divorced from Gift Users, saw her as a mistake. It was frustrating having your own flesh and blood view you as lesser. The last thing that she needed was for her own family to hate her, but alas, that was her current predicament.

Her father wanted nothing to do with her either, although his reasons were private. He never said why, but if she had to guess it was because she was Gifted.

There was just one person in her family who didn't hate her guts, and that person was….

"Ah, Mittens! There you are!" Her mothers voice called out from the kitchen, which prompted Amity to glance over in that direction. What was there to say about her mother, other than that she was probably, by far, the best mother someone could ask for?

To some, it sounded odd. Calling Odalia Blight "The Best" at anything would have most people turn their heads in pure shock. But Amity was of the firm belief that her mother could do no wrong. Oh, sure, she was sassy and a bit of a prick, but she was never that way to Amity or the rest of her children for that matter.

Speaking of Odalia, to describe Odalia would be to describe a taller, more developed and slightly chubbier Amity just with mint green hair and blue eyes. She was dressed in a white floral patterned waistcoat with a purple long-sleeved shirt underneath, alongside a pair of black pants and while typically it was paired with designer boots but because she was indoors she was barefoot. Her hair was done up in a bun, and her eyes had heavy bags underneath them, indicating that she probably gotten next to no sleep.

"Did you finish your routine?" Odalia asked as Amity nodded.

"Yup! I even doubled by run length. Mostly because I'm absolute ecstatic! I'm finally going to Hexside!" Amity had to contain her squeal of excitement. It had been her lifelong dream to attend Hexside, and now, finally, after asking for the better half of six years to finally attend, her mother relented.

It wasn't out of malice, but rather out of a want to protect Amity. Kids were cruel, that much was true. Gifted children were the victims of a lot of hate crimes, although it mostly ended in the perpetrators getting their teeth punched in or something to that effect.

That aside, the Gifted Track was split up into four years. 1 – G, 2 – G, 3 – G, and 4 – G. The "G" stood for "Gifted" and the number in front of it signified two things. The first was the floor they were on, and the second was year they've been attending. Amity was going to be in 1 – G, which contained kids around her age and a year or two younger.

"And I'm so proud of you, Amity, I really hope you understand that," Odalia said, wrapping her into a sideways embrace, which made Amity blush with embarrassment. Odalia held her there for a few seconds before eventually letting her go. "Now then, I already packed you a lunch for your first day—Terrorbird drumsticks with a side of diced Dragonchops and assorted Apple Vermin and Krako-sauce. Also I made sure you had a protein shake as well for the afternoon."

"Jeez, Mom, you didn't need to do all of that!" Amity said as Odalia handed her a lunch kit, huffing all the while as that very noticeable "prideful Blight" gleam appeared in Odalia's eyes.

"Oh, but I did! You need to be nice and healthy so you don't blow your limbs off your body when using your Gift, Amity," Odalia said as Edric snickered in the background.

"Wouldn't that be a sight to see, huh?" Edric joked with Emira, which caught Odalia's attention. That prideful gleam quickly changed into a semi-hostile one was Amity shrunk into herself, as Odalia spoke up.

"I'm sorry? Do I need to clank your empty heads together? Or can I pretend that my dearest children didn't just say they wished to see their younger sister blow apart into gory bits?" Odalia demanded, her tone teetering on fuming as Edric and Emira paled.

"N-No ma'am"! Emira stammered, slapping Edric up the back of his head as Odalia huffed, before giving Amity a reaffirming squeeze on her right shoulder.

"Pay them no mind, Mittens. They're just jealous that you've done better than them, that's all," Odalia said as Amity frowned. If there was one thing that Amity could deduct points from Odalia for it was her blatant favouritism toward her. Although given Edric and Emira's blatant Racism toward Gifted individuals such as Amity and Odalia, it wasn't hard to see why such favouritism existed.

Which brought up what it was Odalia's gift was.

Odalia's gift was something called Stockpile. Essentially, as time went on, and as Odalia trained her body, her physical strength and durability would increase. It also increased her speed, but drastically less so than her strength and durability.

Odalia was considered, at least physically speaking, the third strongest Witch on the Isles. The second place title went to head of the Gifted Coven, and, while she was undocumented as of right now, the first place spot all but belonged to Amity.

Why?

Because if Odalia's Gift doubled all of her physical capabilities, Amity's Ninetupled.

How?

Well, Odalia hadn't known that, but instead it was someone else who had explained it to her. As far as Odalia was concerned, Amity was simply extremely strong. But that wasn't the entire truth.

Amity's Gift was beyond special.

Amity's Gift had a purpose behind it. A purpose that, to most, would seem outrageous. But, a purpose that Amity had wholeheartedly believed in.

And it all came down to what Amity's Gift was named.

Amity's Gift was named One For All, and it's purpose? To put down the Gift dubbed All For One, and said Gift had belonged to The Interloper. As for how she knew that, it was thanks to the aforementioned someone. It was a secret, though, so she couldn't go around telling anybody just yet.

Although, if its purpose was take down the Gift User who had All For One and the only known user was the disappeared Interloper, then why would she need to care about its purpose?

Simple.

Five months ago, when Amity had been asleep, she had woken up in a cold sweat. She had felt untold malice washing over her, as if someone was watching her, and that someone had told her that he could feel his brother's presence in The Boiling Isles. That meant that The Interloper was returned, and that was why she had begun training as hard as she had.

Granted, she had been training all of her life to at least use One For All. But now, she was preparing for a potential battle with The Interloper—the very man who had terrorized The Isles for the better part of a decade. She needed to be strong, she needed to be fast, and she needed to be able to take a hit.

Her mother wouldn't spar with her—too afraid that she'd actually break something. So that was why she had been pestering her to go to Hexside, and now, she was about to go.

"Alright, Amity. I've taught you how to use the Broomstick, yes?" Odalia asked as Amity nodded.

"Yup! Clear my mind of all thoughts other than the location, keep a firm grip on the handle, and maintain balance. Never go over the speed limit, and keep my eyes and ears peeled for traffic," Amity said as Odalia smiled.

"Good girl. Now, get going, otherwise you'll be late," Odalia said, before scooting her toward the door. Amity took the hint and moved on her own after giggling for a moment or two. It didn't take long after that for Amity to find the broom in the broom closet next to the two massive double doors that acted as the front door to the gothic Blight Manor.

Just as she grabbed the one of three brooms—the other two being for Edric and Emira—the two titular siblings waltzed up to the closet, grabbed their brooms, and exited the manor. However, just before Emira left, she shot Amity a glare, and spoke.

"Listen here, freak. If you even so much as try to associate with us at school, I'll personally make sure your first year is a nightmare. Got it?" And without waiting for a rebuttal, Emira slammed the door shut.

Amity narrowed her eyes.

She looked at the broom, then to the door, then back at the broom, then back to the door. Hypothetically, she could use the broom. Hypothetically, she could do what was expected of her. Hypothetically, she could put all the hours of broom training she had painstakingly done just to get to Hexside at the same time as her annoying, up-their-own-asses siblings.

Or….

Amity put the broom back in the closet, opened the front door and closed it behind her. As soon as she did, she hopped from one foot to the other, loosening her joints as she rolled her neck from side to side, all the while, purple sparks began to bounce off her skin as her veins began to glow a bright red before fading away as power thrummed through her body. Her eyes now had a dark purple glow to them as her hair began to stand on end.

"Are you sure this a good idea, Nineth?" A soft, concerned sounding voice echoed in Amity's head as she smirked.

"Positive, Mr. Yoichi."

The voice, Yoichi, chuckled. "Then don't let me stop you. Just remember that you're current maximum limit right now is 30% before hurting yourself, and even then, you could still sprain your muscles. You're about as powerful as Seventh, making you half as strong as Eighth, so don't push yourself. My advice? Keep it to calm 5%, especially for non-combative purposes. It should be more than enough to get you to Hexside in less than a second."

"You're the boss!" And as soon as that thought finished, Amity got into a sprinting stance, and the second she did that, she launched herself forward. A powerful boom resounded from her take-off spot, and thankfully all the windows on Blight Manor were reinforced with several layers of protective magic, because otherwise, they would've shattered to dust. The boom could be heard from all across the right arm of the titan, and it caused many inhabitants to seek shelter, fearing the worst—especially the veterans of The Great War.

As for what it was that Amity had just done, she had entered a state that she elected to call…

[Spark Mode/スパーク・モード]

Spark Mode was something that she had been working on since she was thirteen. It was a way to distribute the power in her body so that when she did use One For All she didn't completely blow up the part of her that was using it and break her bones in the process.

The Blight Manor was about 3 kilometers away from Bonesborough, and 4 kilometers away from Hexside. On broomstick, it would be a twenty minute commute, but using Spark Mode and 5% of One For All it would only take Amity half a second to get there. The best part was that she could move freely in Spark Mode, meaning she was able to avoid any and all obstacles in her way—The obstacle courses her mother made for her when she was practicing using it helped a lot for times like these.

As soon as she appeared in front of the school, Amity deactivated Spark Mode, a slight cloud of dust appearing at her feet as she looked behind her. Nothing was damaged, and no one was harmed. "Perfect!"

"Ah. You must be the new student," An elderly sounding voice spoke up, as Amity looked over to the entrance of massive, five storey tall off-white building. Standing there was an old man wearing what Amity could only assume was a Palisman over his head, meaning that the light green eyes weren't his but the Palisman's. The man had light beige skin, and he had a single tooth poking out from his upper lip.

The man was dressed in a black gown with a gold yoke, a black cape with gold trim on his sleeves and on the cape's hem, completed by a blue stole draped over his shoulders and a pair of black, pointed and polished shoes. His finger nails were more like claws, and Amity would bet her life savings that they could cut through skin rather easily if need-be.

"I am Hieronymus Bump, but the students here call me Principal. I'm assuming that your Gift has to do with your speed?" Bump asked as he approached Amity, a walking stick clacking against the ground as Amity straightened herself out.

"Well, that's a part of it," Amity said as Bump chuckled.

"I wouldn't be surprised, given what Gift your mother has, Ms. Blight," Bump said as he threw a hand out in gesture to the school. "Welcome to Hexside. Allow me to escort you to your class."

Amity smiled, as Bump guided her into the building and down the large halls of Hexside. Lockers lined the walls of the first floor as she passed by several students, all of whom were in various tracks—Construction, Potion, Abomination, Plant, Beast Keeping, Oracle, Illusion, Bard, and Healing.

Murmurs and whispers filled the halls, as some of the students gave her judging glares. To be a Gift User was to be a social pariah. It didn't matter what your social status was, whether or not you have oodles and oodles of Snails, or whether or not you were a member of The Emperors Coven; not that it was possible for that to be the case given that Gift Users were strictly forbidden from joining, save for those who the Emperor himself appointed.

"Oi, you!" A voice called out, directed at Amity as both her and Bump stopped in their tracks, though Bump had only done so because Amity had. The voice belonged to a red violet-haired half-demon, half-witch with three silver eyes and white skin, with said hair being done up in a bun. She, much like the other students, wore the hexside uniform although she wore yellow leggings and sleeves, which marked her as a member of the potion track.

"Ah, Ms. Oath. What seems to be the matter?" Bump questioned as whoever "Ms. Oath" was scoffed.

"It's not you I wanna talk to, Principal. It's the newbie," the girl said as Amity raised an eyebrow. Maybe she wanted to be a friend?

"Um…? Hi?"

"Yeah, say, you're one of those Gifted freaks, yeah?" The girl said as Amity scowled. Oh. Never mind, she was a racist. "I'll take your scowl as a yes. In that case, once you get acquainted with the school, as soon as the lunch bell rings… I challenge you to a Witches Duel!"

Murmurs exploded out in the hallway as Bump looked to Amity, then back to the girl, before frowning. "Ms. Hark, she's a new student here, and she just got here, I'm sure you can—"

"I accept," Amity interrupted, a smirk taking up her visage as the girl laughed.

"Prepare to get your butt kicked, loser!" And as soon as she said that, the girl walked off, cackling as she did. Amity rolled her eyes. She knew full well that the only person who was going to get their butt kicked was going to "Ms. Oath." She had tried her entire life with One For All, and while she wasn't egotistical, she knew full well that the only person who could take her in a fight was probably The General of The Emperor's Coven.

Bump, frown still adorned on his face, sighed as he stroked at his chin. There was a look in his eyes that expressed disappointment, but he kept his true feelings to himself as he spoke.

"You kids confuse me. Always resolving conflict with Witches Duels. Back when I was young, Witches Duels were only used to settle crimes, and now they've turned into a sport…" Bump muttered to himself, before clearing his throat. "Well, let's get you to class."

It didn't take long after that for them to reach the room where Classroom 1 – G was located, which was all the way near the back of the school. Bump gestured for Amity to enter, and she did just that. Within the classroom, there was about five other people, all of whom were staring at her. They were all standing around, some were against the wall with their arms crossed, others were at their desks, and only a couple of them were sitting on the window sill.

"Yo! Is that the new kid Ms. Clawthorne was talking about?" A lanky dark brown-haired boy with brown eyes asked, eyebrow raised.

"I think so," A girl with dark brown hair replied, though she was shorter than the black-haired boy, and her hair was done up in a bun, and her uniform had small tears in the tunic and cowl.

"Oh! What do you think her Gift is?" A girl with a crescent-shaped head asked, her lone purple eye staring at Amity with curiosity.

"Does it really matter?" A boy with straight brown hair asked, having a hunched over stature and a tired looking face. "As long as she's not annoying like you Celine, I think we'll be just fine."

"Hey! Leave her alone, Matt Tholomule!" A girl with long, thick brown hair said from across the classroom as she picked up a small marble from her pocket as it gained a bright purple hue. She tossed it at Mattholomule's head, causing him to flinch as the ball came back to the girl. "Jerk!"

"Damn it, Bo!" Matt Tholomule grunted. "It was just a joke…"

"Both of you, knock it off!" The girl in with the brown hair that was tied up into a bun grumbled, before looking over at Amity. "Yo, new kid, you gonna introduce yourself or are you gonna stand there like a deer in headlights?"

"O-oh!" Amity sputtered, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "Um, hi! My name's Amity Blight. A pleasure to meet you all!" Amity said, waving at the admittedly small class as Bump hummed.

"Before you ask why the class is as small as it is, these were all the people who signed up for it. Frankly, I'm shocked, but that's beside the point. I—"

"Alright, ya buncha rookies, ya got five seconds to be sitting down or ya get triple the homework!" A boisterous, young and old at the same time sounding voice echoed in the hall as everyone, minus Amity, scrambled to take a seat. Amity was confused, looking around, trying to pick where she would sit down, only for a hand with orange painted nails to grab her by the shoulder and squeeze ever-so-slightly.

Amity looked over her shoulder and toward where the hand was attached to… only to find that it wasn't attached to anything. She freaked out, brushing the hand off her shoulder with a confused "eep!", before bumping into something in front of her. It was hard, like a wall, and as she fell face first on the floor, a chuckle rung out behind her as she scrambled to face where the voice was.

And to say that she was shocked to find out who it was had been a bit of an understatement. When she heard the name "Ms. Clawthorne" she assumed it would be Lilith, the Second in Command of The Emperors Coven, and not who was standing in front of her.

Silver-gray hair that rose upward toward the sky, ivory coloured skin, one gold eye and one silver, and a smile that could be considered a shit-eating smirk or a look of interest. She was tall, too. Somewhere around five foot nine and she was dressed in a white cloak with a golden hem that reaches down just below the shoulders, and kept in place by a golden triangle piece that had an artistic depiction of a crack going down the center of it—a clear mark of disdain for the symbol it was supposed to represent, that being The Emperors Coven.

Underneath the cloak the woman wore a scarlet red dress that reached down to her ankles with tears at the ends of the dress. A black mesh rested upon her sternum, and in the center between the mesh and the dress was a black gem. A single gold tooth poked out from her lips, and on the woman's feet were a pair of red shoes with flat edged heels.

"Well, I'll give you a pass since you're new, but next time, you won't be so lucky," The woman said as Amity could only stare in disbelief.

"Y-You're—"

"Eda. What have I told you about scaring the students," Bump grumbled as the woman, Eda, barked out a laugh, re-attaching her hand, clenching it into a fist a few times before setting it to her side with a smirk on her face.

"Since when have I ever listened to you, Principal? Oh, wait, that's right, never in a million years. Just 'cause you're my boss doesn't mean I'm gonna start now," Edalyn Clawthorne replied with just as much nonchalance as someone like her ought to have, prompting Bump to sigh, pinching the center of the palisman on his face as it rolled its eyes.

Amity, for her part, couldn't believe that she was actually getting to meet the Edalyn Clawthorne—the Legendary Hero of The Great War and one of the very few people who actually managed to push back The Interloper during the first recorded battle. According to the history books, it was Eda who led the charge with a battalion of over 10,000 Emperor's Coven soldiers against The Interloper and his army of superpowered humans and Witches who pledged loyalty to him.

The battle lasted three days, and it came to an end when the enemy forces were pushed back toward The Pelvis, where the first of many clashes with The Interloper occurred, and where Eda and him fought in bloody battle. The records of the fight were hit or miss, some saying The Interloper won, and others saying that Eda won, so the truth was muddled. Eda herself never bothered to correct the record, saying that she "never wants to think about that asshole ever again" before shutting down the interview she had been a part of.

"Well, I suppose I should leave you to it, then. Just try not to traumatize them. You have a habit of doing that…" And with that, Bump walked away, closing the classroom door behind him. Amity stood up, as Eda sighed, turning around and walking toward the front of the classroom. She was silent the entire time, her expression morphing into a serious one, turning to face the class as Amity took her seat next to Celine—which was in the second row of the three rows of desks.

Eda looked out over the class, her expression going from a frowned one to one filled with annoyance. "So. Only six of ya are left, eh? I guess everyone's starting to become more and more dumb by the day. Can't believe those idiots pulled their kids out just because of a little freak accident…"

"To be fair, Ms. Clawthorne, the explosion was pretty massive…" Bo, the girl with the long and thick brown hair said as Eda brushed off her comment.

"Bah! Stuff like that happens every other day. It's only 'cause other witches target Gifted Witches with those types of attacks and 'cause the Emperor's Coven keeps letting people get away with it—Obviously not me, though. I'd like to think I taught that punk a lesson."

"You tore off his left arm…" Matt Tholomule blanched as Eda shrugged.

"Shouldn't have tried to blow up one of my students using an explosion potion. Not my problem," Eda replied before crossing her arms. "Well, let's get down to business. I have an announcement to make. Technically I shoulda said something earlier, but ya know how I am. Forgetful and all that jazz. But, unlike what most people expected after the controversy regarding that aforementioned bombing attack, Gifted students will still be allowed to attend Grom, unlike last year when they were prohibited."

A wave of excited cheers filled the classroom. Grom was an annual event held by Hexside to seal away the Demon known as Grometheus—an entity that used its selected targets worst fears against them in the most literal way possible by turning into those fears and unleashing hell on them, usually resulting in it killing and eating its chosen prey.

It was kind of like a Witches coming of age thing. If you were picked to defeat Grom, then if you succeeded, you became a walking celebrity in Hexside for at least a month, and The Emperors Coven would go out of their way to parade your name and face and mark you as a hero.

Amity desperately wanted to be the one to fight Grom—or have any Gift User fight Grom, for that matter. Amity, as expected, was a massive proponent for Gifted Rights. Something that had been trounced on and joked about. Gift Users didn't have the same rights as regular Witches, and a lot of people believed that they didn't deserve them, for they feared that another "Interloper" would spring up because of it.

Frankly, it was stupid. But if Grometheus was thwarted by someone with a Gift, that could change public opinion, even if only slightly. But that was all that it took to change things.

Deep down, that was what Amity wanted. For Gifted Witches to have the same rights as Magic using Witches.

Grom was her way of working towards that.

"Now, don't get too excited. Bump stated that you guy's can't fight Grometheus."

And there went all the excitement that the class had. Snapped away in a single sentence. "What?! That's a buncha wormshit!" Matt Tholomule exclaimed as Eda hummed in agreement.

"I know, it sucks, and frankly, it's stupid, since I know most of you could probably beat that ugly thing up in an instant. But Bump made his point clear…." There was a long, dramatic pause, before Eda cracked a grin. "Unfortunately for Bump, I believe that decision is stupid, and as such, I've elected to ignore it," Eda replied, pulling a paper scroll from her massive nest of a hairdo and unravelling it. "Which is why I'm going to groan and complain to him for the next week leading up to the Grom Festival and get him to change his mind. But, in order to do so, we need to show the world just how strong you guys are. So, does anyone have any ideas?"

"Actually, I might have an idea," Amity spoke up, as Eda smirked.

"Ah, quick on your feet, new kid. Right, well, what's your idea?" Eda asked as Amity stood up, purple sparks surging around her arm as she smiled.

"I have a Witches Duel at lunch with someone named "Oath". Bump will have to be there to supervise it. If I preform well enough, I can probably get him to change his mind," Amity said as Eda dramatically pointed at Amity, a devious smile stretched across her face, her eyes filled with both mischief and pride.

"I already like ya, new kid. That settles it then, Bump won't have any choice but to change his mind. Grom will be ours this year, and ain't no one gonna say squat about it!"

In the back of Amity's mind, she knew that she would win. She didn't have anything to worry about. Whoever "Oath" was, she was going to get a rude awakening, that much was for certain. After all, if there was one thing that you didn't do…

It was challenge a Blight to a battle, and expect to win.

[-To Be Continued in: Witches Duel-]

[Ending Song: Cerebral Rendezvous by: Kanaria]

*The ending sequence begins of a shot of a tunnel in one of The Ribs oozing out an ominous air, before the camera zooms into the hole, going down and down, until it eventually reaches a massive underground city with mushroom and rock-like buildings with large spot-lights beaming up into the cave walls giving the area much needed light as the sound of music begins to play, lingering on a massive building that overlooks the underground city.*

*The scene is then abruptly cut to the Hawk-masked individual walking down a hallway in an underground, seemingly futuristic laboratory, walking in lockstep with a man in futuristic armor—The Scientist—as with each movement the Hawk-masked figure's pale green eyes dart from left to right underneath the mask, showing discomfort as a disembodied voice sings.*

"The wicked things this world paints are hanging right behind the door."

"I shut it tight, but I can't hide, I'm sickened to the core!"

*The scene jumps ahead to an open door, the camera rooming in to reveal a massive amount of vats containing several Nomu, are waiting to be unleashed. The Hawk-masked figure and The Scientist walk down the hallway of Nomu, as the Hawk-masked figure watches one of The Nomu look at them through the tube, prompting them to look away as the Hawk-masked figure briefly thinks about a woman with orange hair before shaking their head, pushing the memory back and moving on as the disembodied voice continues.*

"Been on my own for so long, I've never really called this home."

"Toss a dog a bone, I've been begging for your love and living lonely."

*The scene abruptly changes to The Hawk-Masked figure, The Scientist, The Mysterious Figure from the opening, and Dr. Rodriquez standing in what appears to be a throne room of sorts, standing before an elevated throne, down on one knee in front of it as a shadowy individual sits atop it, red eyes glaring down at them as they all hang their heads in reverence, although The Hawk-Masked figure is the only one with squinted eyes, showing that they're not exactly loyal.*

*The Shadowy Figure steps forward, showing that it's Toshiko, her skeptical gaze lingering on the Hawk-Masked Individual as the two stare at one another, as if to say "I don't trust you" and showing that the feeling is mutual as the disembodied voice continues.*

"Moving ahead with every step, looking for my heart as if I had left it with my happiness"

"Something's wrong, this can't be right, something's off, I'm not alright"

"Something's gone, I'm empty inside."

*The scene then changes perspective to Toshiko, smirking, before dismissing everyone and turning her back on the group of four, her eyes gleaming as she sits back down in her throne. However, as the disembodied voice sings, Toshiko is watching The Hawk-Masked Individual leave, as the conclusion to the ending plays on, as if in the perspective of Toshiko.*

"A cerebral rendezvous, giving a glimpse of what's inside you…"

"You laugh a little, you live a little, you give a little, hah…!"

"A cerebral rendezvous, your arrogance has shown the real you,"

"We laugh a little, we live a little, we give a little, hah…!"

*The Ending concludes with the Hawk-Masked figure entering their quarters, taking the mask off, turning to face away from the world, and looking down at their hands as they sit on the edge of a bed, before burying their face in their hands, seemingly upset with themselves, before the ending finishes.*

I don't have much to say. Enjoy the early chapter. Why? Because I felt nice. That, and I wanted to post this chapter since it's been complete for about three days and I hate having chapters rot in my folders.