Daughter of a Witch

Magic Festival

Westview was excited as the annual Witches' Festival was in full swing. Colorful booths lined the streets, and vendors sold magical trinkets, spell ingredients, and enchanted pastries that glowed faintly with charm. It was a day of celebration, where both magical and non-magical folks came together to embrace the town's deep-rooted magical history.

Y/n, her long dark brown hair braided down her back, walked beside her mother, Agatha Harkness, dressed in her usual chic yet timeless style. The air was filled with the scent of sweet cider and magical herbs. Y/n's eyes gleamed as she took in the sights and sounds of the festival, her heart swelling with excitement. She had always loved the festival, but this year felt different. It was just her and Agatha-a rare day where they could bond without the weight of world-ending battles or magical training.

"Ready to show them what Harkness magic can do?" Agatha teased, nudging Y/n playfully as they passed a booth advertising a spell-casting competition.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "Honestly, I'm more worried about not setting something on fire."

Agatha smirked. "Setting things on fire is half the fun, dear. Just remember to aim away from the crowd."

They went to the competition booth, where witches of all ages lined up to show off their spellwork. Y/n's pulse quickened as she saw the spells cast-fireworks of magic, levitating objects, and conjured creatures.

A young witch, barely older than Y/n, stepped forward, summoning a dazzling whirlwind of shimmering sparks. The crowd cheered, impressed by the display. Y/n bit her lip, feeling the familiar nerves creep up. She had Agatha's magical lineage running through her veins, but a part of her always worried she didn't measure up.

Agatha noticed the flicker of hesitation in Y/n's eyes and leaned down, her voice soft but firm. "Remember, you're not here to prove anything. Just have fun, darling. Magic is meant to be enjoyed."

Y/n smiled, the reassurance grounding her. She stepped up to the platform, closing her eyes for a brief moment to center herself. When she opened them, a pulse of purple magic swirled around her fingertips. She lifted her hands and sent her magic toward the nearest target with a fluid motion-a series of enchanted rings designed to test accuracy. Her spell hit each ring dead center, causing them to spin with a vibrant hum.

The crowd gave an approving cheer, and Y/n couldn't help but grin. Maybe she was better at this than she gave herself credit for.

As she prepared for the next spell, a faint glow from one of the festival stands caught her eye. An old, weathered artifact on display shimmered with an eerie light-a light that didn't feel quite right. Y/n's brow furrowed, her senses prickling. Something was off.

Before she could dwell on it further, a voice from the crowd called out, "Next contestant!"

Y/n hurried through the rest of her spells, her mind preoccupied with the artifact she had seen. Once the competition was over, she quickly returned to Agatha, who was chatting with a group of witches near a food cart.

"Mom," Y/n whispered urgently, tugging at Agatha's sleeve. "Something's wrong. There's an artifact over there-it's glowing in a way that doesn't seem... normal."

Agatha's expression shifted instantly from casual amusement to sharp attention. "Show me."

They weaved through the crowd, making their way to the booth. As they approached, Y/n pointed to the object-a small, cracked crystal encased in an iron frame. It looked unremarkable to most passersby, but the air around it buzzed with dark, unstable magic up close.

Agatha narrowed her eyes. "That's no simple artifact. It's a containment crystal, and it's leaking."

Y/n's heart sped up. "Leaking? What does that mean?"

"It means whatever's inside it is trying to get out. And if it does..." Agatha's voice trailed off, but the implication was clear.

Agatha raised her hand without hesitation, her magic flaring to life as she attempted to seal the crack. Y/n watched in awe as her mother worked, her magic powerful and precise. But as Agatha focused, the crystal's glow intensified, pushing back against her spell.

"Y/n, I need you to help me," Agatha said through gritted teeth. "We need to stabilize it together."

Y/n nodded, stepping up beside her mother. She summoned her magic, the familiar swirl of purple energy gathering in her palms. Together, they cast their magic toward the artifact, their powers intertwining in a glowing web of energy. The crystal trembled, but slowly, its light dimmed, the crack sealing itself under the weight of their combined magic.

The crowd, oblivious to the danger that had just been averted, continued to cheer and celebrate around them. Y/n let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, her shoulders relaxing.

"That was close," Y/n muttered, wiping her brow.

Agatha gave her a proud smile. "You handled it well. I'm proud of you, Y/n. You've come a long way."

Before Y/n could respond, a familiar voice called out from behind them.

"There you two are! What did we miss?"

Y/n turned to see Wanda, her stepmother, approaching with her twin sons, Billy and Tommy. Billy's magic sparked around his fingers, glowing red like Wanda's, while Tommy zipped around with his usual superspeed, too fast to keep still for long.

"You just missed a bit of excitement," Agatha said with a grin, wiping her hands on her robes. "But nothing we couldn't handle."

Wanda smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? You mean you handled it, or did Y/n take care of it?"

Agatha chuckled. "A bit of both."

Tommy skidded to a stop before Y/n, grinning up at her. "You didn't blow anything up this time, right?"

"Not this time," Y/n teased, ruffling his hair. "But there's still time for that."

Billy, more reserved than his brother, smiled softly. "It's good to see you. I was worried we'd miss all the fun."

"You're just in time," Y/n said, gesturing to the festival around them. "Plenty more to see."

They spent the rest of the afternoon together as a family, enjoying the festival's games, food, and magical displays. Y/n even won a small enchanted trinket for Tommy, much to his delight. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the festival grounds, the family gathered near a firepit, watching the magical lights dance in the sky.

Sitting between Agatha and Wanda, Y/n felt a sense of peace settle over her. There was something special about days like this-days when the world's weight lifted, and they could be a family.

As the night wore on and the festival began to wind down, Y/n looked up at her mothers with a soft smile. "Thank you... for today. I needed this."

Wanda wrapped an arm around Y/n's shoulders, pulling her close. "We did, too, sweetheart."

Agatha leaned in from the other side, her voice soft but warm. "Remember, Y/n, no matter what happens, you're never alone. You've got us-and you're stronger than you think."

Y/n nodded, feeling the truth of those words settles deep within her. No matter the challenges, she had her family by her side. And that made all the difference.