utterly-angela-hm answered:
It all started in Fugue Forest. Angela had been scouting the woods that day, trying to find the ever elusive Fugue Mushroom. At this point, she didn’t even know what she planned on doing with the toadstool, but she did know one thing— she was curious about it. And when Angela got curious, well, not much could stop her from running off and jumping into something headfirst.
So it wasn’t a wonder that she didn’t pay attention when she wandered from the worn path running from the gate back to the Witch Princess’s house. And it wasn’t a wonder that, once she realized her mistake and attempted to rectify it, Angela got even more disoriented. It was a surprise, however, to see a lone figure dozing off at the roots of a particularly sturdy looking evergreen. She inched forward to peek at the stranger’s face.
He was dressed rather strangely— in purple and black and a little bit of grey, with wavy golden locks of hair that framed his face. Despite his gothic choice of clothing, Angela couldn’t help but notice how utterly at peace he looked. A sense of mystery pulsed through her. Suddenly she was filled with a million questions about the young man. Slowly, as though being dragged by a magnet, she crouched down beside him, studying his features with ever increasing interest.
It had been a very long time since Wicca felt more at peace. He could understand why Vivi and Gale chose this area to set up residence. The two didn't get along even in his presence, but both of them got along with Wicca well enough. Though he'd never understand why they'd build their houses so close to a human village; then again, he was sure one to talk. He was learning a lot from Vivi, whom also shared the title of Witch Princess, just like his mother. An esteemed title reserved for the most powerful, influential and respected of witches. Wicca himself wished to one day claim the male equivalent, Wizard Prince.
Despite visiting the two other members of his people, Wicca left them to their privacy and had taken it upon himself to explore the area and generally relax. It was how he found himself falling asleep underneath the evergreen. Despite being asleep, his senses were still alert. He was disturbed from deep sleep with the approach of some presence. However, he didn't fully awaken until she was practically on top of him.
Wicca's eyes shot open to see the face of some strange girl so near his immediate vicinity. With a small startled cry, he slipped off the trunk, getting into a defensive stance, pulling a dagger out from underneath his cloak. He glared at the girl, red eyes darting over her body. She wasn't armed. She didn't look like anything but a villager.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
