A/N: And here is Chapter 2 for the Coven of Shadows. I know I said I'd work on Infinity Train, but I just couldn't get it out of my head. Don't worry, though. Infinity Train's next chapter will come during this month. Speaking of, I'm sure you're wondering where the lemon stories for it have gone. Well, I just felt like my wattpad account hasn't been getting as much attention lately. So, I decided to try something new, just to see if it works out. If you want to see the lemon stories, you'll have to check my wattpad account. Besides that, you should all bear in mind that this chapter will have heavy themes, and it takes on some inspiration from Evilsnotbag's own Owl House stories, which are just as top-notch as the art he makes. I hope you'll appreciate what you're about to read, but if it becomes too much for you, please allow yourself room to breathe. Other than that, enjoy. :)
The next morning, the sun was rising up upon the entirety of the Boiling Isles, the island that exists thanks to the remains of a fallen Titan. And as it did, many of its residents wanted to go back to sleep. A few of them even shut their windows' blinds just to preserve their sleep. But there were quite a few that didn't operate that way as some of them had many students walking out of their houses and walking out as if they were going to work. Every other house in Bonesborough had this kind of daily routine. However, there was one house which didn't operate this way: the house of Judith Clawthorne.
It was a big, dark, wooden Victorian like manor with a stretch of long vertical windows in the front of the building with a small stained glass window in the shape of an eye on the tower structure on the house. The roof is black tiled with two wooden beams holding up the long porch of the building, a red door into the house with a small peek hole, a bronze raven-shaped door knocker and bronze door knobs on the middle of the door, a three-step stairway to the porch, a rooftop with black, metal spiked fences around it, a small metal statue of a raven on the top of the tower, a small wooden grey gazebo, a big metal gate with a big hand print type of lock, two stone gargoyles standing over the gate entrance that stare down, thorn-like leafless trees that sprout out around the front yard, and a small cobblestone pathway that lead to the front door. And as the sun's light went closer to it, the Hippogriff that was out on the front lawn let out a yawn as the sunlight continued to travel onto the knocker. The moment the light went onto it, it began to let out a squawking screech before it spoke aloud.
"The Dawn has come! The Dawn has come!"
Inside the house, Ben was tossing and turning as he grumbled. In his head there were flashes of a portal that glowed brightly, followed by those of a Hippogriff that scared him to death the first time he saw it as it roared. And the most shocking of all was Ember as she prepared to attack with a loud scream as her arm got cut off and sprayed black blood on the floor, and her arm fell down to the floor along with it, forcing Ben to shoot out of bed as he exclaimed in dread, as if waking up from a nightmare. As Ben took his breath to calm himself, he began to look around at his surroundings, which at the moment appeared to be his new room.
It was a big sized room with elegant scarlet-colored walls, polished hardwood floors, a big window on the left wall draped in black see-through curtains, and a big dark wooden dresser on the wall in front of the bed which held a big mirror on it. Ben looked down next, coming to realize he'd slept on a big fancy wooden framed bed with a red fancy curtain that went around the bed canopy. It had long drapes on each bedpost tied to it with dark green sheets, blankets, and six big white fluffy pillows. Ben couldn't believe his eyes even if he was more awake. It was a lot fancier than his old bed ever was.
The bed itself stood in the middle of the room, along with a fancy wooden desk with a few drawers and a chair next to the right side of the bed. And on the left side was a wooden door. That door in particular piqued Ben's curiosity as he got up out of bed.
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The Owl House: Coven of Shadows
AdventureBen Kingston never asked to be born to a cruel family that thought of no one but themselves. He'd shouldered that burden as long as he could, but one day, he had enough. And that day was when he found a strange new world. This is where his story tru...
