The Owl House: Son of Edalyn (Owlphibia AU)

As the illusion continued, the group watched as the younger Olivier climbed down the tree.

He looked up and sighed at the sight of Amity Blight still clinging to the tree not unlike a cat would.

"Amity...what's wrong?" asked Olivier.

"I...I don't know. For some reason, I can't move." spoke Amity.

"Just let go of the Branch, I'll catch you!" called back Olivier.

Amity's body started to move around...and then started shaking.

"I can't." said Amity.

"what?"

"I can't let go...I think my joints are locked up!"

Olivier exhaled. "...titan almighty."

Olivier was about to climb back up to help Amity...when he heard another voice.

"Olivier?!"

Olivier quickly turned, and saw a dark skinned girl with two-toned hair approach.

"Oh, he-heeey...um, Skara, right?"

Skara smiled. "Yep!, that's me. So, what are you doing out here?"

As this scene unfolded, Anne noted her Olivier scowling at the illusion.

"Ollie, who is that?" asked Anne, calmly.

Olivier looked at Anne, and huffed. "no one that matters."

Anne looked to Luz and Willow, hoping for a better answer.

"That's Skara, a student at Hexside." began Luz.

"She's a talented witch in the Bard Track." said Amity.

"She is also part of Boscha's friend group." added Willow, frowning.

"On her own, she can be nice...but when Boscha is around: She can be meaner than a two-headed snake."

"heh. Couldn't had said it better myself." remarked Olivier.

Both Anne and Amity grimaced, with Anne herself getting flashbacks to her Pre-Amphibia days,

Back when she was under Sasha's thumb, and did whatever she wanted...even if she didn't like it.

"Oh, you know. Just doing...Stuff." said Olivier, struggling to think up an excuse.

"When one lives in the woods, the whole Forest is kinda your backyard. heh-heh..."

"Cooool...I bet you don't even need a map to find your way home!" continued Skara.

Olivier scratched the back of his head. "ehhh...Sometimes. It really depends-"

"SKARAAA!" called out a shrill voice.

Both Olivier and Skara grew pale as ghosts. "crap. not now..." muttered Skara.

Three individuals soon approached, and faced the pair.

One was a slim girl with olive green hair,

and another was a dark skinned girl with wavy hair and rectangular glasses.

Both were being led by another girl with three eyes, and dark pink hair tied in a topknot.

"oh, no...I forgot about this." muttered Amity.

Anne looked to Olivier...who was SEETHING now. "oh-ollie...is that-"

"YES." answered Olivier, venom dripping in his voice. "that's her...BOSCHA."

Anne looked at the girl in question again.

While she saw some of Sasha in her, this Boscha mostly reminded her of Maggie.

a girl from her school who she could confidently say was her personal bully.

And knowing what she did regarding her boyfriend's trauma from the loss of his ears,

the more Anne looked at this three-eyed girl, the more she shared on Olivier's 'loathing' for her.

Seeing the person solely responsible for the love of her life's pain...just made her blood boil.

And as she stared at this Boscha, Anne made a promise to herself that if she ever saw her at Hexside...

...she would PERSONALLY demonstrate her Muay Thai skills to her.

"Well, well, well...what have we HERE." spoke Boscha, smirking.

Skara looked nervous as Boscha approached, while Olivier just looked annoyed.

"hello, boscha. nice to see you..." spoke Olivier, through gritted teeth.

"yeah-yeah, whatever round ears." said Boscha, uninterested. "So, where's Amity?"

Olivier shrugged. "I dunno, I'm not her Mom."

Boscha then grabbed Olivier by his shirt and shoved him into a tree trunk.

"nice try, halfbreed. But we all know that you cling to her like a leech" spoke Boscha, aggressively.

"Now, I will ask you AGAIN: WHERE...IS...AMITY."

Skara covered her mouth, feeling scared at what was going to happen.

Yet, despite this she remained still and did nothing.

"I already told you: I DON'T KNOW!" exclaimed Olivier, struggling.

Boscha smirked as she continued to manhandle Olivier.

"You MIGHT be telling the truth...Buuut, I'm not sure that I believe you."

Olivier's body began to shimmer blue as fear began to grip him.

"BOSCHA!" spoke up Skara.

"WHAT!?" snapped the Triclops, angrily.

Skara flinched as her 'best friend' started to glare at her.

"Umm...is this re-really necessary?" stuttered Skara.

"I mean, we h-haven't asked Willow yet. And SHE hangs out with Amity more that Olivier does!"

Boscha paused at this...and then released Olivier, dropping him like a sack of potatoes.

"Hmm...you MAY have a point there, Skar." mused Boscha. "Perhaps I am wasting my time with this loser."

As Boscha started to walk away with her posse...Olivier scowled as he stood back up.

"What is your PROBLEM, Boscha!?"

Boscha stopped, and glanced back at Olivier. "Excuse me?"

Olivier stepped up, glaring at the hot pink haired girl.

"Why are you like this?...WHY are you always so mean towards me, and Willow?!" continued Olivier.

Boscha smirked as she turned around and looked at Olivier.

"Because you and that half-a-witch are Weaklings." said Boscha.

"And, it's just natural for the Strong to CRUSH the Weak."

"Everyone starts out weak, Boscha...even YOU did." continued Olivier.

This statement made Boscha grind her teeth in anger.

"I just don't understand why we can't be friends..." continued Olivier.

"We both clearly care about Amity. Why can't we just all get along, instead of-"

"Exactly, CLODthorne. You *DON'T* understand...and you never will." said Boscha, icily.

Boscha then began to approach Olivier again, a cruel smiled on her face.

"Like myself, Amity is a spellcasting Prodigy. We are DESTINED for great things one day."

Boscha then touched Olivier's cheek in a very 'creepy' way.

"but you...hah!, you can't even cast the simplest of spells without passing out!

You are nothing but dead weight holding back greater talent.

So, WHY would Amity...or even, MYSELF. Ever want to waste their time on you?"

Olivier glared at Boscha. "you say that...and yet, Amity is still my friend."

This statement made Boscha chuckled in her throat.

"PLEASE...You are merely an amusement to her, a fun little distraction.

But once she realizes you, and ESPECIALLY Willow, are holding her back...

...she'll cut you off like the Disgusting Boil that you are."

Olivier glared at Boscha...who then smacked his cheek, reddening it.

Skara covered her mouth at this, while Kat and Amelia just averted their gaze.

Neither of them felt comfortable about Boscha's behavior, but were unwilling to challenge her.

(...which was just how Boscha liked it.)

Boscha smirked as she released Olivier, and looked down at the boy.

"Enjoy your time with Amity while it lasts, Round Ears..." spoke Boscha, as she turned to leave.

"Because one day...me and Amity will RULE these Isles as champions,

leaving you and the 'Weeping Willow Tree' in the dust where you belong."

Olivier rubbed his cheek, and glared at Boscha as she and her posse began to leave.

After having bore witness to this scene, Anne Boonchuy's hazel eyes were burning bright cyan.

"I'm gonna tear that b*tch's eyes out...ONE-AT-A-TIME."

"Not before I turn her into a WORM, first." growled Maddie. "...a DELICIOUS, Slimy Worm."

All eyed then fell on Olivier, whose back was facing the group.

He was strangely quiet, yet his body was shaking a little.

"Ollie?" spoke Anne, concerned.

((*CLACK!*))

Olivier suddenly dropped the orb on the ground...causing the surrounding room to destabilized,

shifting into an endless void with literal cracks forming in space like fractured glass.

The fractures then glowed, becoming like windows (similar to a scrying spell)

that displayed various scenes which seemed to all be focused on Boscha.

It didn't take long for everyone to realize that these were fragments of Olivier's own memories.

Though, it was difficult to focus on any one as they all overlapped over each other.

The void just echoed with Boscha's voice, saying various insults and cruel words.

It was almost like being trapped in a nightmare, or some kind of personal hell.

(("loser..."))

(("halfling..."))

(("weak...weakling..."))

Olivier's body began to glow blue. His aura brightening and dimming with every harsh breath he took.

Anne looked to her boyfriend, and could feel his anger rising and falling.

"Oliv-"

(("you will NEVER be good enough...")) continued Boscha's voice.

In that moment, Olivier disappeared in a flash of blue light.

(("you are worthles-((CRACK!"))

Olivier suddenly reappeared in another flash of light, and swiftly punched

one of the fractured windows, shattering it like literal glass before teleporting again.

(("you will NEVER beat us-((CRACK!"))

(("you will ALWAYS be-((SMASH!"))

(("Time to put you-((KRASH!"))

(("...in your pla-((SMASH!, CRACK, SMASH!"))

Everyone watched as Olivier continued to teleport randomly,

smashing each of the fractures until none remained.

The last one, however...Olivier spent more time battering.

It was hard to see now, but the image looked like Boscha...holding an old looking knife.

Eventually, the illusion faded away...and the group were back in the empty chamber.

Olivier was now breathing heavily, his back still turned to everyone.

Anne started to approached...but then stopped once Olivier finally turned to them.

The boy's cheeks were streaming with fresh, hot tears.

Though his eyes were illuminating, both glowing bright blue (even his gold eye.)

His expression was a mix of anger, but also sadness...He looked like he was close to having a breakdown.

"ollie..." spoke Anne, actually 'feeling' his emotional pain due to her Calamity Power.

Olivier's body glowed blue, and once again he disappeared in a flash of light.

...however, THIS TIME: He didn't reappear anywhere.

He was gone.

[End of Part 33]