It had only been a few months since Mahaziver left on her journey. Leaving the deep woods and the quaint life she had known. This outside world was, well, immense and confusing. The young witch refused to admit to herself a bit scary. For she, she looked into the face of danger and smiled. At first she would just bulldoze through anyone that got in her way... But she slowly began to realize that by doing that, she wasn't getting anywhere any faster. What was so scary about this outside world was that she had to actually be kind, and know others to get what she wanted. Well, most of the time.
With the information that was given to her, Mahaziver found herself in Makai. This was where she was suppose to attend school for her mother had forbade it. Now she could see what had possibly had missed out on. Her quaint little town was done for now anyways, there weren't enough young people to rope into stay behind anymore.
A traveling circus had gotten lost and found her town and like most of the other young people that had never seen such a thing... Maha found herself mesmerized and before she knew it, she had joined. As sad as it was, with her father dead and never really knowing her mother before she vanished... Mahaziver was never happy back there. She ran her fingers through her hair as she stared up at the school.
"What a life I could have had."
