Two Worlds Connected by Love: A Prequel Owl House "Fanfiction"

Chapter 2: Problems with Philip

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Some chapter may seem out of order while editing, please bear with me.

Note, Opal is Catherine's Dove Palisman.

- London

Philip's POV

Today has been the worst. In fact, the whole time we've been in this treacherous place has been the worst. Everyone's moral values here are everything we stand against, practicing magic, being witches, creatures that are literally demons from HELL! Satan himself must've created this place from the ground up. We've been practically eaten whole and almost squished be half of the population, and burned and marked by the other. Dreadful.

The only thing that has been good about it, was that we finally got out of that cold and dark cave in a warm and cozy house. I'm glad to live here, very grateful, but the owners are still witches and I will never stand by it. I mean it's not like we have to interact with them or anything, right? After a long day of walking, journaling, and drama in the Market, Caleb and I finally decided to turn in for the night.

Caleb had been flirting with the younger witch, Catherine, the whole evening and it was ticking me off. Why the hell he even doing that? Is it to lure her into our plan to kill them or has he started to change already? I know he was kinder to most and wasn't the most fond of killing the witches, but he still followed anyways. I chose to bring up the subject before nightly prayers, just to remind him of what we are doing here.

"I sincerely hope that you did not forget the reason we're here, Caleb," I glared into my journal, facing the wall away from him.

"Huh, did you say something, Philip?" Caleb asked. Ugh, his head was in the clouds again.

"Please remember that we are here because we want to put an end to magic and witches," I reminded him. "We're here to hunt and destroy them. Not to make goo-goo eyes at them, kiss their hand, and call them 'my lady.'"

"I believe people call it 'being kind.' You should try it sometime," Caleb replied. "Besides we found this place when we were pretty young. I highly doubt we both genuinely wanted to kill and hunt people. We barely knew what is was up until ten years ago, reading in the library."

"It's not the point Caleb, we have a plant we must stick to it." I remarked. "Also, I can be kind and nice!"

"Of course, you and the attributes 'kind' and 'nice' are inseparable," Caleb said, obvious that the sarcastic tone had been laced through the sentence.

"Are you denying that?" I inquire.

"Oh, I beg you, Philip. I would never!" Caleb answers, playing it off.

"I thought so," I replied, bitterly.

I began taking out the ribbon in my hair and took a deep breath. I then thought of an idea. "Maybe we should recite our plan for tomo-" I suggested as I turned towards the window side.

"Phil, it's been a really long day. I'm feet are sore as hell, I'm tired like a dog, and I think I'm actually getting a headache," Caleb interrupted, flopping onto the bed next to the windowsill. "How about we both let it rest for now?"

"But our plan-" I start again.

"- won't run away. We have more than enough time. Get some rest," Caleb egged on, groaning into his pillow, curling up into a blanket.

Caleb and his newly found bird friend: Flapjack curled up into little balls and faced away from me, "But-"

"Please!"

"You're not going to pray tonight?" I question, worried. He never missed a nightly prayer in my all my years, of at least those I could remember.

"I do believe that I can be forgiven for one night prayer," Caleb sighed. "Perhaps, you can pray for the both of us."

"Caleb," I pressed on.

"Good night, Philip. Sleep well and don't let the bedbugs bite. Catherine says there are literal bugs like in the mountains." That was the end of it, I wasn't going to argue about it any more. I was too tired and just wouldn't deal with it. We haven't been here in this new place of a city that long and Caleb seems like a whole different person, and I'm not taking a good liking to it. The witches must've cast a spell on him already...

"Good night, Flapjack."

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Caleb's POV

I didn't really want to argue with Philip last night, but I was too tired to pray or recite our plan. The next morning, Philip and I were looking over his journal, seeing what the plan of exploration was for today, when a pretty voice interrupted. "Good Morning!"

Catherine stood at the counter with a bunch of plates, in a beautiful white dress and her hair in a messy ponytail. "How was your night?" She asked.

"Oh it was grea-" I started.

"Terrible!" Philip jumped in. What the heck, Philip?

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Philip," Catherine replied, concerned.

"That's Mr. Wittebane to you!" Philip snapped.

"Oh, uhm, alright," Catherine backed up, shyly. Philip had never been a morning person, but that still didn't give him the right to "lunge" at Catherine, even if she is a witch.

Catherine came over to us and held up a plate of disgusting looking goop, "Would you like some  breakfast? It tastes better than it looks, I promise."

I looked at the meal, trying my best not to hurl my guts out, again. "Uhm, thank you for the offer Catherine, but we're not hungry." I said.

"Actually, we're very busy and should get going," Philip growled.

"Where are you going?" Catherine wondered, aloud.

"That's none of your concern, Witch!" Philip snapped. And with that I pushed Philip out the door as fast as possible to prevent a fight from breaking out.

"Heh, Heh. Excuse him, he's not a morning person. What Philip means is that-"

"We're going now," Philip stated, pulling me out the door.

"Al-alright, until later?" Catherine stuttered. I accidently slammed the door behind us, not even giving Catherine an answer.

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Catherine's POV

"Odd," I remark.

"Curr," Opal chirped.

"You're right, Opal. Caleb does seem very nice, but his brother on the other hand..."