Hunter thought he knew what he was--a teen prodigy, the emperor's right hand man, and a powerless witch who was given a chance--but after infiltrating Hexside and accidentally becoming friends with kids his age for the first time ever, he's not so certain what the future holds for him anymore. And matters only complicate further after seeing a page of one of Belos' books. Has his whole life been a lie?! He wasn't who--no what--he thought he was. He was a Grimwalker. And if not for the kindness and mercy of Willow Park, the Emerald Entrails, and the residents of the Owl House, everything would have spiraled out of control. OR: Hunter is a clone and can't deal with that thought alone. (Starts right after Eclipse Lake and quickly leads into recent episodes) ***NOTE: This is a rewrite of my other Hunter fanfic, "Grimly He Walks". I wanted to continue the idea, but make it more canon compliant with the recent episodes and all.