Corbyn simply looked up at his mother. "I could use some help... from what I see there's no way out, and this place feels safe..." His mom, Anna, simply smiles and nods. "I'd be glad to help you, honey... just follow me, okay?" She motions for him to follow her. "Come along, corbyn."
The two walk for a few miles, ending up in what seems to be several clearings, with sparse trees scattered around, and a few mounds. It turns out, that as he examines one of the mounds, it has a door and a window. He jumps back, not expecting it to be a dwelling.
"What's the matter, corbyn, Not used to seeing a natural house?" His mom laughs, opening the door for him. He steps inside, and its magical interior changes to an upgraded version of his old one. "So, how do you like it?" His mom asks. "This is where i've been living these past 5 years."
"Mom... How did... who lives in this place, if humans can't...?" He looks to her, confused. She nods. "All kinds of different creatures. Anthropomorphs, Nekos, Animals, essentially anything connected to nature." She smiles. "They all got tired of human persecution back in the day, and decided to gather the most powerful of their mages to create this place where they could be free from prejudice of the humans." Corbyn simply nodded. "I think I get it..."
His mother gave him a short tour of the magically lit dwelling, of course leading him down into the main area first. "You see corbyn... the dwellings in this place are either underground and magically specialized, like mine, or above ground, in a mutual relationship with the trees..." She explains to him more history of the place as she shows him around the under-earth house; the kitchen, her room, the den, and finally, his room that was just added. She walks him to the walk-in closet, right in front of the mirror on the far wall, and says - "I figured you'd want some privacy, so, I'll leave you to it..." Confused, he simply stands there as she whispers something slowly and kisses him on the forehead, dimming the lights and exiting the closet. "Sleep good, hon." Is heard as she walks away.
Corbyn, now standing there, is simply dumb-struck. Why had she just led him into his own closet? Why did she say sleep good..?
And then it hit him. His whole body began tingling, as if going numb. He moved his arms to make sure he still could, and soon his mind was racing. what's happening? how is this possible? what did she do?
another surge of energy entered him, and he fell silent. He knew what was happenening, and he knew he coulden't stop it.