The Children Of Thornhallow

Chapter 5: Renme Grove

From a young age, I had always had a passion for art. I spent all My time in class drawing and only put effort into art.

Before long, My parents pressured started pressuring me to drop art and go into something they considered more practical. Feeling sick and tired of constantly being pushed away from the only thing I loved, I decided it was best to leave home.

I knew my grandmother lived in the city so I saved up for a train ticket and left in search of her at the age of 13. My grandmother turned out to be a very eccentric yet caring person. Except over time I started to realize that my grandmother wasn't just "eccentric" but actually a dark witch. I learned a little of My grandmother's ways, having very similar powers. But I never fully learned what I needed to as I began to put more focus into art and getting into college.

When I turned 18 I felt it was time to really start cultivating my powers more and see what I was really capable of. It was a rough few months but I managed to use my powers in a way that worked for me. Later that year I would come to learn that my parents had been looking for me but because of a falling out with my grandma a few years ago, they never thought to look for me there.

The day before my 19th birthday I found out that my parents had died in a tragic accident and left me their house and a large inheritance. I'd be lying if I said that it hurt me severely but I knew deep down that despite everything that happened I was sad that they never got to see me at my full potential. Sad that they never got to see that I could make a living out of art.

The upside to moving back into that god forsaken house is that the commute to Sierra Ames has been reduced seeing as I lived three towns over in Ebonwick. The downside is that I now live in a house that holds bad vibes, so I'll have to cleanse it with sage.