Coven Of Catastrophe: Book 3 in the Lorna Maximoff Series

Nightmares...warnings?

Hey so I'm back with a new story. I can only post like two chapters now cause this story will rely heavily on the events to come in Agatha all along. But I'm super excited to write this one! So ya obviously my story will have a few plot holes here and there but I'll try to keep it somewhat accurate.

TW: cannon typical violence, blood, and mentions of suicide (basically everything you'd see in a marvel film)

I wasn't alone. I knew that as I walked down the empty halls of my childhood home. It was exactly as it had always been, but haunted.
And I needed to get out. There wasn't enough air, my palms were sweaty, and red light seeped through every crevice and crack in the walls.
Chaos was closing in on me. And I heard voices.
Familiar ones...
"Billy?" I called out, "Tommy?!"
Whispers crept down my spine.
"Mom! Mom is that you?!"
A shadow slowly descended through the darkness, devil like spikes of a crown on its forehead. The breath was leaving my body, the shadow was taking it.
"Mom!" I screamed and ran, unsure of where. The walls were moving now, cracking and shaking, blood dripping like rain from the ceiling.
"MOM! Mom help me!"
"Lorna!" A voice rang through the empty room, but I wasn't sure if it was real. If it was her or if it was the other her.
My mother or the Scarlet Witch.
"LORNA HELP!" My brothers cries were ringing in my eyes.
"TOMMY! BILLY, IM HERE! IM HERE."
"HELP US!"
"You can't help them." Said a deathly calm voice. The shadow on the wall to my right.
"No." I tried to use my powers, to get away but I couldn't. They wouldn't work, I couldn't get out.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
Blood started pooling on the floor, rising until it was up to my knees.
"No,no,no,no!" The smell alone was nauseating, but trying to run through the thick viscous blood was almost impossible. And there was nowhere to go.
"LORNA!"
It was her, my mom. I could feel, her. But she was far away.
Whispers sounded around me, "witches road, witches road, witches road..."
"Lorna find me!" It was a voice I didn't quite recognize, male and deeper than that of my brothers.
"Billy?" I called, "Tommy?"
But suddenly I was pulled under, drowning in the blood. And when I opened my mouth to scream all I did was suck in more, my lungs filling with it.
"witches road, witches road, witches road..."
My brain called out to my mother, to my brothers, to someone. But I was alone. I was going to die. I was...

I lunged forward and sucked in copious amounts of air. My entire body was shaking and dripping with sweat. Tears rolled down my checks and I frantically grasped for whatever stability I could find.
"Lorna! Lorna is me, it's me!"
Someone grabbed my shoulders, and I seized, it felt like an attack.
"No. Get off, GET OFF." They were blasted off me with golden light. A second alter I heard gasping.
Then I realized what I'd done.
I was in my room. But not in Westview. I was in Kamar Taj. I was safe. It had been nearly three years...
"AMERICA!" I gasped and scrambled of my bed.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I said helping her off the floor.
"It's okay, hey, it's okay." She pulled me into a tight embrace.
"I'm not hurt."
I sobbed violently into her shoulder.
"You could have been, I'm sorry I could have-"
"No." She pulled away slightly and shook her head, "You'd never hurt me."
I shut my eyes in shame, "But I already have."
She watched me with weary eyes as I shrunk back onto my bed and curled myself into a ball.
"Was it the same dream?" she asked and I felt the bed dip gently as she sat down next to me.
I nodded slowly.
"That's the third time this week. There getting worse."
She sighed, "Maybe you should tell Wong."
"No!" I snapped immediately jumping up.
"America no, he'll over react."
"But you've been having them for a month, that's too long."
"I'll be fine." I said and grasped her hand. "Promise me you won't say anything."
She nodded, "Promise."
I relaxed slightly, "It's just stress, they'll go away."
"What if they don't?" She asked.

I stayed silent, mostly because I didn't know what I'd do. I only knew that I couldn't go on like this.
All the sleepless nights and the terror of wondering if the same dream would be waiting for me the next time I fell asleep.
And truthfully the dreams had been going on longer than a month, America had only begun to notice now because of how bad they'd gotten.
But ever since my mom...

They'd started small. Her voice waking me up, or a dream about our old life in Wetseview, but slowly they had morphed into something else entirely. Dreams that felt so real I was no longer sure if they were really dreams at all. They felt more like warnings, or messages. And it wasn't always that same dream either. Sometimes I would see other things.
The darkhold, or my brothers, or Agatha.
I knew she was waiting, I could her in my mother's spell, waiting...ready to claw her way out.
Sometimes I wondered whether my mother was really dead at all. But I always pushed those thoughts away.
Because if she was really out there... if she was really alive, why hadn't she come for me?
Did I even want her too after everything?

In Kamar Taj I was safe. I had America who I shared a room with. And Wong and the other sorcerers. But I knew I didn't quite belong.
Because I was also a witch. And because unlike the rest of the people there I wasn't sure if safety was enough for me, I wanted answers.

Americas voice pulled me away from my thoughts, "Why don't you try and rest some more, that way maybe you can get some training done tomorrow."
I smiled and nodded, although I knew I wouldn't be getting back to sleep.
"Do you want me to stay here with you?" She asked, gesturing to my bed.
I was lucky the room was dark or she would've seen me blush. And as much as I liked the idea I didn't want to keep her up with my restlessness.
"No, it's alright." I told her.
"Oh, ok." She said, and I couldn't help but detect a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Night." I said, as she crawled back into her own bed. "Night." She replied.

Hours later when America was fast asleep and I was still riddled with anxiety. I reflected more on my dreams. And the male voice that had called out to me.
It was familiar, I knew that much, but too old to be my brothers and definitely not my dad.
So who?
And what were the whispers saying...witch road something. Was that a place?
I knew there was one person who could probably answer all my questions. Or at-least give some insight into my dreams, but I was too scared to face her.
Agatha had been furious when I ran, and although she deserved my betrayal I still felt guilty for whatever my mother had done while under the influence of the darkhold.
I also knew that Agatha had owned the book for centuries, so I couldn't imagine she'd be to happy when she found out about its destruction.
But then there were the other things she'd told me.
How there had been a chapter in the darkhold about me. About my destiny(whatever that meant),
She had told me I could use any form of magic I liked, so did that include regular witchcraft.
Something deep inside me wanted to know. To try it. But could I really leave Kamar Taj on a whim? Leave America and Wong?
I want sure if they would understand, or approve. But I knew I couldn't stay here and study sorcery forever. In fact I'd already learned almost as much as there was too, and quickly. So was it time to see what magic I could use next? Or was I stupid for even thinking about it?

I wasn't completely sure. But I knew that I couldn't go on the same way I had been. At the very least I needed to stop my dreams. After that, well I'd get to that part later. So one thing was decided...I was going to take a trip back to Westview.