#witch legend

[noxthesleepymoodyoverthinker]

I have a question about Philip and Caleb in The Owl House:

There are statues of the 2 of them in Gravesfield.

But, according to the story Masha told, they were initially just two orphan boys who stumbled into the town and then got spirited away by a witch. Even in "Hollow Mind", the memory portrait in Belos's mind shows them as just boys when they first met the witch.

But if they were just boys or teens when they were spirited away, and if they had no family or prior legacy in the town, then even as witch hunters, why would the town build statues of them?

So...did they actually move back and forth between the towns? Did they grow up in both worlds? That would explain why some of the memory portraits later show them much older.

So...Did they move back and forth between worlds during their lifetime - until Philip finally killed Caleb? That would explain how they had enough time to build a legacy strong enough to get statues made of them in the town - and how the "legend" Masha explained had enough time to be spread, so much so that it's still being told in the present. (It would also explain why the statues of them were depicted as adults, although the story mentions them disappearing as "boys".) And if that was the case, what happened during all those years? (Plus, I'd really like to know what those two became famous for in the town, cuz I'm pretty sure it's not for witch-hunting, or for the fact that people know they were the two disappearing boys in the legend.)

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[anxiousartist0]

🖌 and Legend? <3

You’re forgetting I already made witch Legend I just didn’t post it here

[lightning-of-farosh]

The soft sound of scuffed heels echoed across tall stone walls, bouncing through the corridor. Link paused and looked up at the ceiling where tiny, glimmering eyes shone in the light of his lantern. They vanished into the darkness and he breathed in.

Wet fabric stuck to the undersides of his arms, rubbing the skin raw as he swung the lantern around to check the way he had come. Rainwater dripped from the ceiling, landing in a puddle that lit up when lightning flashed high above. Something scuttled on the edge of the firelight, tiny claws clicking along the stone.

Thunder rumbled and settled in Link’s chest. It held his lungs in its grasp, squeezing each tiny a bit of freezing water dripped from his hair and dragged an icy finger down his spine.

Just find the Princess, Link thought, taking another step into the darkness. Find the Princess and go home.

To the warmth of the hearth, the bed, the blankets.

He switched the hand holding the lantern, sighing as the thin, metallic pressure on his fingers eased. A stone slipped out from under his heel. Link shot an arm out, swallowing down a cry of surprise. His palm met cold stone and he shivered as the cold nipped at his skin, sinking into his bones.

More eyes peered out of the darkness. Link pulled closer to the wall; lantern held out defensively as his arm shook.

He didn’t know if it was from fear or the cold anymore.

Keep going, a voice murmured from the back corner of his thoughts. Keep going.

Link breathed in, straightened his shoulders, and tilted his chin up.

The cold of the wall soothed the burn in his fingers. He kept it there, using the stone as a guide as he walked, always on the lookout for anything that decided to get underfoot.

Another shiver ripped through his chest as he rounded a corner. Breathing in, Link tried to stop his chattering teeth—

“Link?”

His head shot up. Water rolled down the side of his face, curling down his chin, and dripping to the floor below.

A figure laid across the floor in the hallway of the dungeon, hand clasped over his chest, sword fallen to the side.

The lantern hit the ground and rolled as Link clasped his hands over his mouth.

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Big thanks to Lightning of Farosh (Medea_Nunc_Sum) on Ao3 for writing “fair is foul (and foul is fair)” (link https://archiveofourown.org/works/27288463/chapters/66671881) as well as the artists who inspired the work for giving me plot bunnies.

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