Octavia had always thought she had lived a charmed life, one envied by others and filled with all the wonderful things that made childhood...well, childhood. She had grown up near a forest, and one of the best things about growing up there was the freedom. One didn't feel as if they were going to be suffocated by the expectations of life. It was easy for her to reflect on where she was and where she wanted to be, living on the outskirts of Mystic, Connecticut, in a small cottage with her Grandma Mabel.