A young woman grabs a satchel off of a wooden rocking chair. She grabs several books off of a shelf and shoves them into it. Her long black hair swings behind her as she turns to around to find her pets.

“Tara, Poe, where are you two? You know that we have to hurry. The villagers will soon be upon us.” She spins to her left and scoops up a clear sphere. She adds it to her bag before spotting her beloved spider crawl across the floor and onto her leg.

A jet black raven flaps into the room and lands on her shoulder. It lets out a loud squawk before glancing around the room. It lands on the middle shelf of a tall oak bookshelf.

“Take one last look around you too. This house will soon be ashes.” She grabs a long silver stick and slips it into her boot.Only the very tip of it pokes out of the leather. She grabs the spider from her knee and slips it into the pocket of her

wool jacket. The back door swings back and forth behind her as she flees the house.

The villagers of Shadyside gather at the town square with their torches and pitchforks. “Are we all here?” a tall blond lady yells over the sound of the rally cries.

“Yes!” the crowd replies.

“Then let us be off!” The lady dips a tall torch into a small fire pit. Then end of it lights up into a small blaze. The woman holding it makes her way to the front of the group to lead them towards the suspected witch’s house. The governor of the town makes his way quickly behind her and taps her shoulder.

“My dear, are you certain that you saw this woman take Madeline?” He asks his wife, Elise Mathews. He moves his torch to his other hand so that he will not set her red velvet dress ablaze.

“I am positive,” Elise states. “My eyes have never deceived me before this. Why should they fail me now?” She leads the group a little bit of the way into a dark wood. She stops in front of a two story wooden house. “Let the witch burn!” Elise puts her torch to the base of the house to begin the burn process.

The girl with the dark black hair looks back at her old house; she can see the glow of the fire surrounding it. “We’ll get Elise back for this. She won’t be able to get me that easily.” She murmurs.

Dipper North plucks a loose feather from her pet raven, Poe. She takes Tara the tarantula out of her pocket and sits her onto the ground. “Stay,” Dipper commands. Poe climbs down off of her shoulder, her bag in his talons. “Thank you.” She rubs the feather between her hands and chants, “Meta morphosoravono.”

She swirls around quickly, a dark grey wind surrounding her. In a fraction of a second she has morphed into a raven, almost identical to Poe. The only difference between the witch and the raven is Dipper’s eyes remained a bright purple.

Tara climbs onto her owners claw and onto Dipper’s winged back. “Follow me, Poe.” She takes off from the ground and soars threw the trees. Poe trails a couple of feet behind her. Tara nestles herself under the crook of Dipper’s wing. “It’s alright Tara. I’ll protect you.”

She lands on a low branch when she hears the voice of a human. “Poe, would you please fly ahead and see if it is safe?” She asks.