The cat on the street

Once in a while, when you think everything's ok, there's always something to mess your life up.

My life was good, from an odd perspective. I lived in my small house near the edge of the everfree forest, nobody ever comes by, not vendors, not relatives, it's just me.

I use my magic to levitate a cup, which I had just filled with some tea, and walk over to the sofa, the ripped brown sofa. I sit on it, staring at the dark green trees that are viewable from my window.