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In a forest upon the Boiling Isles, there were a pair of witchlings. No one usually comes to this specific forest due the conditions and it being off limits, as per Belos' request. (even though they are no guards on patrol in that particular area)
As for the conditions, the air was pretty humid due to the large lakes of acidic waters. Highly dangerous creatures lurk in the forest - even if there isn't many of these monsters, the last thing you would want is to be caught by one of these beasts.
The forest was filled with thick vegetation - making it easy to get lost or caught in various exotic plants every now and then.
That being said, the two young witches had just entered the forest; trespassing and ignoring all the cautions and warnings.
The witchlings planned on making some hideout here and wanted to find a perfect spot. Moments later, the two young witches could be seen rushing out the forest as with blood curdling screams.
High up in one of the many trees in the forest was a figure comfortably sitting on a branch with a small creature resting on their shoulder.
The individual watched as the witches run out the forest while being chased by a large beast.
"To think a couple more of those measly witches would dare set foot in my hazardous territory!" Shouts the individual in an orotund voice.
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