The Owl House: Son of Edalyn (Owlphibia AU)

Somewhere in the forests of the Boiling Isles, Olivier Clawthorne was carrying Anne Boonchuy

While The Plantars and Maddie trailed behind the pair as they walked down an apparent path.

Anne was constantly blushing, giving Olivier occasional glances.

Olivier was also blushing, but trying to stay focused on the path ahead of him.

"you know, Ollie..." began Anne, softly. "If you are getting tired...I can try to walk."

"You think you can?" asked Olivier.

"Lemme try."

Olivier stopped and lowered Anne down feet first.

With her arm still around her boyfriend, Anne attempted to stand on the ground.

Olivier maintained his grip on Anne, reluctantly releasing her but keeping close.

Anne spread out her arms, trying to balance herself as she continued to stand.

Her legs felt shaky...but seemed to be strong enough maintain themselves.

"okay...I think I'll be okay." spoke Anne.

"if you say so. But, let me know if you start to feel like you're gonna fall." said Olivier.

Anne gave Olivier a thumbs up. "no problem, dude."

Olivier smiled at Anne...but then took notice of Maddie and Sprig zipping around.

"Maddie. stay close to the group." said Olivier.

"You too, Sprig." said Anne.

"Sorry." said Sprig. "But this place is AMAZING! It's nothing like the woods back home!"

"I have to admit, I kinda agree with Sprig." said Maddie.

"I'm more at home in a forest, than in a village. yet I've never seen one quite like this before!"

"Well, a big part of that might be the climate difference." spoke Olivier.

"Amphibia was more of a Marsh with a more Wetland-like environment.

The Boiling Isles...primarily THIS isle, is more of an Alpine Forest."

"It kinda reminds me of when my family took me camping in Gravity Falls, Oregon." spoke Anne.

"It also had a woods that was like this one...in fact, A LOT like this one now that I think about it."

"All I wanna know if there are any DANGERS here that we should know about." spoke Hop Pop, nervously.

"Truth be told, it isn't any more dangerous than Amphibia was." spoke Olivier.

"well...except for the Boiling Rain, the Painbows, Fire Bees, Flesh-Eating Fairies, Timber Wolves-"

"Ah, that doesn't sound so bad!" said Anne. "My world also has Timberwolves."

"NOT like the ones here, I can assure you." said Olivier.

Anne chortled. "What?, are they wolves literally made of Timber...as in Trees?!"

Anne's laughter soon died down when Olivier's serious expression remained. "oh...FROG, Really!?"

"Yep." answered Olivier. "So, if you don't want a severe case of splinters: STAY AWAY FROM THEM."

Hop Pop continued to look nervous. "are there...any around here!?"

"No, the path we are taking is quite some distance from their territory." explained Olivier.

"As long as we keep moving, we shouldn't run into any-...t-trouble."

Olivier suddenly froze as he stared at something off the path ahead of them.

Everyone looked, and saw a simple tree with some kind of elevated structure built onto it.

"What in this world is THAT thing?!" exclaimed Sprig.

"It looks like a house..." spoke Maddie. "but why would a house be in a tree?!"

"It's called a "Treehouse." said Anne. "Almost every kid in my world had one at some point."

"What do you do in it?" asked Sprig.

"Oh, you just hang out with your friends (or on your own) in your own personal sanctuary." explained Anne.

"You could just climb up and stay up there, even have an awesome sleepover!"

Olivier silently approached the old tree house, while the others followed close behind.

"This thing doesn't look TOO old...but it clearly hasn't been used recently." mused Hop Pop.

Anne watched as Olivier knelt down, and brushed some dirt off the base of the tree.

She and the Frogs then took not of three pairs of large letters carved into the trunk.

AB, WP, and...OC.

Anne was about to say something, when Olivier contributed to wipe away at the trunk.

NOW, the carvings read: 'Amity Blight, Willow Park and Olivier Clawthorne.'

"ollie?" spoke Anne. "was...this YOUR Treehouse?"

Olivier remained silent as he stared at the names carved into the tree.

"no." spoke Olivier, somberly. "...it was OURS."

Olivier then looked up at the treehouse, staring at it for a good long moment.

Inhaling deeply, he walked around the tree trunk and approached some wooden planks nailed into it.

The planks were aligned like a ladder, which Olivier gripped ahold of.

Seeing they were sturdy, he proceeded to climb up the tree while the others watched.

"uhh...Anne?"

"shh." shushed Anne. "let him have this."

Olivier climbed into the interior of the treehouse, and sat down against a wall.

It was dusty, and littered with leaf and twig fragments.

It wasn't long until Anne popped her head in, and climbed into the structure.

Along with her was Sprig, Polly, Hop Pop and Maddie.

"Um...n-nice place." spoke Anne.

"it's smaller than I remember." spoke Olivier, his voice sounding distant.

"Still looks cool!" said Sprig, exploring the interior.

"I suppose this would be a good hiding spot." commented Hop Pop.

"It's almost like one of those Lookout Tower that the Toads have."

Polly then picked up a grungy stuffed animal toy.

"Oh, we are SO gonna build one of these Tree-Houses in Wartwood when we get back home." said Polly.

Olivier eyed the old stuffed toy that Polly was holding...

...which brought a torrent of emotions that was nigh-overwhelming.

Anne sensed Olivier's anxiety through her Calamity power, and approached her boyfriend.

"ollie...are you okay?"

Olivier shook his head, trying to banish his troublesome thoughts. "i'll be okay."

"Heeey, check this out!" spoke Polly. "This weird looking thing has a book with it's picture on it!"

Maddie picked up the book that Polly was referring, and read the title: "Otabin the Bookmaker."

Maddie opened the book...which then projected small illusion of the illustrated character like a Hologram.

"Otabin spend his days alone amongst the many books he'd sewn.

With needle and thread, the pages he'd mend. But all the while he longed for a friend."

"Aww...what a wonderful children's book." cooed Anne.

"It reminds me of when my parents would read me "Hunnie the Bear" as a kid."

"Eh, the verse is a tad off." remarked Hop Pop.

Olivier scowled as he stared at the book and stuffed toy.

"HEY!, Oliver's name is on this book!" spoke Maddie.

Anne looked at the inside front cover, and she indeed saw Olivier's name

written crudely in crayon, along with the names 'Amity' and 'Willow' alongside his own.

"Ollie, was this your book?" asked Anne.

Olivier huffed, crossing his arms. "sort of...Otabin was Willow and Ami-, Blight's favorite book.

They got me hooked on it when I first met them, and we read it together right here in this Treehouse."

Olivier frowned as he picked up the old Otabin toy. "It used to be my favorite book...

I related so much to Otabin, as I also wanted to be surrounded with friends.

and for awhile...I though I did just that."

Olivier then scowled as he gripped the stuffed toy tightly "but after...what 'SHE' did...I hate it, now."

It was in that moment that Olivier's eyes turned ink black. The Otabin toy then glowed,

and slowly withered away as it aged rapidly, turning into dust and tattered fabrics.

The room then fell dead silent.

Anne then approached Olivier, and gently touched his face.

Olivier looked at her...his eyes still an almost soulless solid black with not a trace of color.

Anne's own eyes and hand glowed Cyan as her Calamity Energy pulsed.

The familiar Gold and Blue colors slowly returned to Olivier's eyes as Anne's power

reached the witch boy's angry heart, and suppressed the darkness building up within.

Olivier then exhaled sharply, feeling embarrassed with himself.

"we should leave this place." said Olivier. "We've wasted enough time here as it is."

Anne frowned as she looked at Olivier...she then gave him a hug, pecking his cheek.

"it's okay, ollie...everything will be okay."

Olivier blushed beet red, feeling very awkward right now.

The group eventually descended down from the Treehouse, and back onto ground level.

While Anne and the Frogs returned to the main path, Anne looked back to see Olivier still lingering near the tree.

Olivier was staring at the three carved names...

...Briefly closing his eyes as he recalled the memory of when those very names were first carved.

[*Flashback*]

a young child with red, messy hair was kneeling down as he carved names into the tree trunk.

behind him were two girls: One had dark hair and wore glasses.

while the other had brown hair tired in a topknot.

"There!" spoke Olivier. "I hereby christen this place: "Casa de Olivamilow."

"That's quite a mouthful, Ollie." spoke Willow.

"We'll workshop on it." said Olivier, bluntly.

"I like it." said Amity. "Though, I wonder why you didn't just carve THAT."

Olivier stood up, and gave a cheeky smile like his mother would.

"Because I am saving that name for when we grow up, and get ourselves a Ship!" explained Olivier.

"We'll be Privateers, sailing the Boiling Seas as we rob from the Rich, and give to the Poor!"

"Isn't that from the story of Robinson Hoodlum?" inquired Willow.

"I don't remember him being a Pirate." added Amity.

"Not Pirate, PRIVATEER...There is a difference!" spoke Olivier.

"We'll be the Good Guys, helping other people by stealing from the REAL bad guys!"

Willow looked unsure. "well..."

Olivier then leaned against Willow. "Aaaand, we'll also be explorers on the side.

There is so much more to our realm than just THIS Boiling Isles!

There are so many other Archipelagos out there...SOME that haven't even been discovered yet!

Isles that never even heard of Covens, or Emperor Belos. And I want to see them All!"

Olivier then hugged both his two friends.

"I mean...just IMAGINE what we could find out there! We could discover new forms of magic,

And expand out talents beyond even what the Coven Heads are capable of!"

Amity and Willow pondered this...and they then both smiled.

"I am curious to see what kind of plants, flowers and trees that might be out there." spoke Willow.

"And, I do like the idea of surpassing the Golden Guard, and even Coven Head Darius!" exclaimed Amity.

"THEN IT'S DECIDED!" exclaimed Olivier, raising his arms up.

"When we're older, and have enough Snails. We'll buy an ship!, and sail the seas!

Everyone everywhere will know the name "Olivamilow" is a name to be FEARED, and REVERED."

(("YEAH!")) exclaimed Amity and Willow together.

The three young witches then all hugged each other, and laughed joyfully.

[*End of Flashback*]

Olivier opened his eyes, and looked at the aged carvings on the tree trunk once again.

Even though it had been over Three Years since that day, it may as well been a lifetime ago.

Things were so different back then...HE was different.

Olivier finally exhaled, and drew out his grandfather's wood carving knife as he knelt down.

"Ollie!?" spoke Anne. "You doing alright back there?!"

"Y-Yeah..." sputtered Olivier, as he tucked his knife away and returned to the others.

As the group began to walk away, Anne took one last glance at the tree.

She noted that Amity Blights name had been slashed out,

while Willow Park's name had been traced even deeper so it was easier seen.

Olivier's own, faded name was left untouched.

Anne sighed sadly as she rejoined the group, and left the area.

[End of Part Seventeen]