**One afternoon, on what was a perfectly normal day in early April, the townsfolk of Dark Thorn Hallow were abruptly disturbed from their daily routines by an explosion. Not just any explosion, but an explosion that emanated from the small stone tower sat admist a rocky outcropping on the outskirts of town. The tower witch housed a rather peculiar fellow. A fellow known for making wizard potions. **

For he was a wizard…!

…Apprentice.

**Hence the explosions.**

**Yes! Explosions.**

**“ wait for it!” Mayor Standfirm absentmindedly called out to the villagers whom had only moments before been milling around their small marketplace and were now bracing themselves against the nearest and sturdiest object they could find. He, himself, holding firm to a nearby counter with one hand, while in the other, he held an important document that he casually perused.” I think that might’ve been a code yellow - meaning, at least one aftershock.”**

**“Speaking of yellow - Look at the clouds!” Farmer Turnsoil groused from his crouched position next to his wife. “e’s better not’ve made more magic clouds! I mean, last time I saw clouds like that they turned all the potatoes in my farm into hedgehogs. I had to wrangle.—“**

**“Chartreuse,” Mrs. Turnsoil muttered offhandedly, more interested in the knitting, she had pulled out then her husband’s latest tirade about the local magic user.**

**Farmer Turnsoil paused, shooting his wife, a bewildered look. “What?”**

**“They’re chartreuse,” Mrs. Turnsoil returned his look with an indulgent smile., pleased in the knowledge that once again she had managed to get her husband off the topic of those God foresaken hedgehogs.**

**“What in God‘s name is—“**

**BOOM! **

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**“Okay everybody,” the mayor called out as he flipped another page in his important documents, “I think we’re clear.”**

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**And everybody went about their day. **