Setting, a murky bog, it drips wet with humidity accompanied by a cool breeze giving occasional relief. A young woman MORGANA with long dark hair in a simple white dress, walks the bog in search of ingredients when something rustles in the bushes. She turns quickly 
Mogana: who's there? 
She stays still and silent for a moment before continuing her walk. The bushes continued to rustle and for a while she tries to ignore it but eventually stops in front of the bush the wind howling round her. The Pov changes to the perspective of the thing in the bush as Morgana opens it and gasps. The screen cuts to black and the title displays. 
The scene settles on a quant looking towns welcome sign as a graphic displays the words ‘Earlier that day’. A young boy AZZY sits up in bed as bell like noise chimes next to him, 
Azzy: Good morning house  
 he taps it to stop the noise and jumps out of bed. He looks at himself in the bathroom mirror brushing out his hair before using it to hide his large, pointed ears, ultimately failing. He puts on fresh clothes before examining himself in the mirror, he lingers on the patches of green skin all over him, his green eyebrows and eye lids. He takes a breath before opening his window out into the sunny day. 
He smiles as he takes in the town, the smell of baked goods and wet grass, the sound of bored sounding adults and children playing in the streets, the vibrant blue sky and color littering the streets, but the main thing he sees is others in the village whispering among themselves or panicked exclaims as they see glances of him. He quickly closes the window when a child spots him 
He exits his room quickly going down the stairs, he enters the bookshop quietly as he can looking around for his boss. 
Azzy: Mr. Demical?  
There no response, Azzy smiles for a moment running his hand along the books all sporting boring titles like ‘The wonders of family life’ and ‘101 recipes using flour’ Azzy grimaces at the titles  
Azzy: (Mumbling) I’d give anything for an interesting book. 
Seemingly out of nowhere a short hunched man with graying hair and some odd contraption on his glasses, the aforementioned MR. DEMICAL appears right in front of Azzy 
Mr. Demical: Books are not for entertainment! They are for knowledge! 
Azzy stumbles back from surprise as Mr. Demical quickly closes the shutters that face Azzy 
Azzy: Mr. Demical sorry I didn’t see you come in I was just- 
Mr. Demical: Save it boy there's no time today 
Azzy: Why today in particular sir 
Mr. Demical: What have I said about unwanted questions, now get the shop ready there a box of new books for the shelves 
Mr. Demical hobbles into the back room that’s covered by a curtain and Azzy gets right to his task of the new books, he grabs the crate by the door popping it open but exclaims in confusion. Inside are not books but jars, glass jars and boxes full of odd objects with odd labels in a language he couldn’t read  
Azzy: Um Sir? 
Mr. Demical: He calls from the other room What is it 
Azzy: This crate was delivered to the wrong place, whoever this is for might have the books 
Mr. Demical steps into the room again grumbling 
Mr. Demical: Must I do everything myself? Return this to the person and get the books and I'll open the shop, but I'm taking a part of your pay, and make sure you're not seen  
Azzy: (nods thinking) no need to remind me 
Azzy covers the box looking at the address scribbled out on top eyes widening  
Azzy: Sir- 
Mr. Demical: What is it now? 
Azzy: The address is somewhere in the bog, maybe that’s why they dropped it here 
Mr. Demical: And? Don’t worry child nothing in that bog would even want to come near you  
Azzy nodded, he was used to comments like this from Mr. Demical. He picks up the box going through the back exit heading into the bog. 
Azzy: Ok your alight Azzy, it’s just the bog where people are known to go missing, this is no big deal 
He keeps his head down as the bright village fades into the distance. The wind picks up around Azzy as he walks faster, the wind gets louder mimicking a soft but powerful voice and Azzy picks up speed more before stopping in front of a small green frog THE BOG FROG sitting on a rock by a lake. The wind has completely quieted and Azzy tries to quiet his heart beat 
Azzy: Oh, you scared me there, hello  
Bog frog: Hey kid 
Azzy jumps and stumbles backwards. 
Azzy: Y-You just talked Bog Frog: Yeah..and? 
Azzy: But you’re a... 
Bog Frog: I’m the bog frog 
Azzy: The...Bog frog? 
Bog Frog: The one and only 
Azzy shakes his head and grabs the create he dropped 
Azzy: We’ll its been nice meeting you but I really have to go 
Bog Frog: Your just goanna leave without shaking hands 
Azzy: Oh, uh right sorry 
Azzy shakes the little frogs hand and the frog suddenly pops away. Azzy stumbles back then looks in his hand, there's a small rock in his hand he shoves it in his pocket before picking up the create and carrying on. 
He arrives at the address and looks at it confused. It’s a cottage, smoke is pumping out of the chimney and there's plants all throughout outside. 
Azzy: Someone actually lives out here? 
He sets down the create by the door and tries peaking in the windows when the door begins to open. He runs and hides behind a tree looking at the woman who comes out, Morgana. She looks at the create 
Morgana: Ah here it is, the mail men are always getting it wrong  
Azzy stares at Morgana as she drops another create outside and walks back in the house. Azzy just stood there amazed knowing exactly what he just saw 
Azzy: a witch  
We cut too later as Azzy walks back to the book shop the sun beginning to set when a child approaches him the rest of the street is oddly empty. The child stares at Azzy 
Azzy: oh hello…. 
The child begins to scream and cry. Azzy drops the books slightly panicking 
Azzy: hey shh hey it’s ok I’m not gonna hurt you  
Suddenly the townspeople all exit their homes alerted by screaming and they gasp looking at Azzy 
Village teen: I told you it was real! 
Woman: It’s disgusting! 
Man: what in gods name is that  
Woman 2: it’s a devil 
The village men grab torches and walk towards Azzy 
Azzy: no no no I’m not gonna hurt anyone I live with Mr. Demical 
Azzy turns around and looks at Mr. Demical through the window  
Azzy: sir, please tell them 
Mr. Demical stares out for a moment before closing the curtain  
Azzy: No... 
Azzy looks at the men before running towards the bog 
Man: Get him! 
Azzy runs from the men barely escaping before entering the bog causing the men to halt  
Man 2: Leave him it’s where he belongs 
They go back to the town before we cut back to Azzy blindly running. He exclaims as he runs into branches and cobwebs before falling off an incline into a lake. After a moment he bursts up from the water inspecting his soaked self. A figure emerges from behind him and after a moment he turns around. Upon seeing it he yells running again. After a while of running, he stops in a clearing to catch his breath, looking around realizing he’s lost. Everything hits him at once, the fact he’s lost his home, Demicals betrayal being lost in the bog. He slowly sank down tears forming in his eyes. He hears steps and hides in a bush fearful of the village men. The same dialogue from the beginning plays but slightly muffled and the ush suddenly opens Morgana gasps again and Azzy puts up his hands in defense looking away. 
Azzy: Don’t hurt me! 
Morgana: Woah calm down dear I’m not going to hurt you 
Azzy: Your not? 
Morgana: Of course not Helps him up I’m Morgana  
Azzy: A-zzy 
Morgana: looks him up and down good lord what happened to you 
Azzy: Um..Well..talking quickly So today I was supposed to switch back create that were delivered to the wrong place and I ran into this weird frog then I dropped off the create at your place then ran home and a child saw me and my village sent men after me to kill me and I ran in here fell in a lake was nearly attacked by something in it then ran over here hid in a bush then you opened it and asked me who I was and now were here  
Morgana: God child you’ve been through the wringer why on earth would they chase you out 
Azzy sighs and rolls up his sleeves showing the green patches up his arm 
Morgana......here come with me she begins walking 
Azzy: Uh ma’am where are you going, he doesn’t get a response and eventually fallows her 
They arrive back at Morganas cottage and Morgana opens the door for him. Azzy stands hesitantly 
Morgana: Don’t worry dear, I don’t bite 
Azzy gives a small smile before making his way inside then exclaims in awe. The inside of the cottage was far bigger than the exterior could muster, almost every wall being some dark wood to his left was what was best called a kitchen for witches, potions and ingredients lined the shelved walls along with a few well-worn book and a cauldron next to a plush seat. To his right a cracked open door showed a bit of a library with one wall being a window from what he could see. He looked in front of him at the staircase leading to second floor full of rooms. Morgana smiles a bit to herself before walking to the cauldron  
Azzy: How does this all- 
Morgana: Now I need your help with something 
Azzy: what 
Morgana: it’s a simple task really I just need your help with something 
Azzy: Um I Dunno..people in my village said the bog was dangerous 
Morgana: Well, they aren't entirely wrong but the main reason they said that was because of me  
Azzy: I don't know... 
Morgana: What have you go to lose? 
Azzy:….. Ok I'll do it 
Morgana: wonderful 
Azzy: Now what do you need me to do 
Mogana stays silent walking out the door, Azzy fallows after a moment  
Azzy: So, uh he looks up and sees morgana on a broomstick oh uh 
Morgana: Get on kid 
Azzy: Uh no no its ok I’ll just fallow you preferably from the ground 
Morgana raises her eyebrow giving him a ‘I know you want to’ look Azzy helps himself up before getting on the broom 
Azzy: So, uh how does this thing work  
Right then the broom shoots in the air and Azzy grabs onto Morgana closing his eyes  
Morgana: Open your eyes dear  
Azzy slowly opens his eyes looking down on the bog in awe, he sees different creatures far beneath them, some humanoid, some not. Azzy smiles as they eventually stop right behind a clearing, Morgana crouches low pulling Azzy down with her 
Azzy: What are we waiting for? 
Just Then a Selkie like creature emerges from a puddle so small Azzy Didn’t see it at first. Azzy exclaims quietly. The Selkie looks around when a masked figure grabs them from the trees and the selkie yelps. 
Azzy: what was that 
Morgana stays quiet and watches when a cloaked figure sneaks behind the selkie taking them and disappearing into the woods. Morgana goes into the clearing fallowing the figure with Azzy trailing behind  
Azzy: who was that 
Morgana: the catcher..they’ve been taking creatures from the bog with no one’s being able to find them which is where you come in  
Azzy: huh? 
Morgana: I have a theory only humans can find it and your at least part human so you should be able to get in there 
Azzy: and if I can’t  
Morgana: let’s not worry about that  
After half running a bit more Azzy stops morgana in front of seemingly nothing 
Morgana: do you see something  
Azzy: I think so  
He closes one of his eyes and can see it fully a hobbit like hole 
Azzy: yeah this is it…so what’s the plan  
Morgana: show me inside 
Azzy nods leading her inside. The entire place felt out of place in the bog, the outside would blend in well enough but the inside was all human, sterile and cold 
Morgana then picks up Azzy then runs. Back at the cottage. 
Morgana: Thank you dear now your room is upstairs 
Azzy: My what? 
Morgana: You want to stay, don’t you? 
Azzy smiles wide then stops trying to act serious 
Azzy: I’ll stay on one condition. 
Morgana smiles 
Morgana: And what would that be  
Azzys large smile returns 
Azzy: Teach me to be a witch!.. Please 
Morgana: Hmmm well as of today you seem already on your way, so you are now officially my apprentice 
Azzy: Yes! I mean thank you 
Morgana: Now go get some rest dear you’ve one hell of a day 
Azzy: Nods and walks off before walking back over Oh and morgana  
Morgana: Yes? 
Azzy: Thank you 
We cut to azzy later in the night getting ready to sleep then sees his shirts the cut sleeves on one the burned edges of the other. He takes them cutting them into his permanent design. He smiles to himself 
Azzy: Hello new home