Daughter of a Witch

With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility

The house had been unusually quiet ever since Y/n returned from the hospital. Her recovery from appendicitis had gone smoothly, but something felt different. Cassandra, her mother, had noticed the subtle changes-Y/n seemed distracted, her thoughts wandering off mid-conversation, and sometimes, objects around her house weren't exactly where they had been a moment earlier. At first, Cassandra thought it might be due to post-surgery exhaustion or nerves. But then, strange things began to happen.

One afternoon, Cassandra entered the living room and froze. Y/n was sitting on the couch, deep in concentration. But what caught Cassandra's attention wasn't Y/n's focus-it was the television remote floating an inch above her hand.

"Y/n," Cassandra said, trying to keep her voice calm, "what's happening right now?"

Y/n looked up, startled, and the remote fell to the ground with a soft clatter. She blinked at it, wide-eyed. "I... I don't know! I didn't mean to!" Her voice was tinged with both awe and fear. This wasn't the first time something strange had happened since she returned home, but it was the first time it had been so obvious.

Cassandra's mind raced. Her daughter was displaying abilities she had never had before. Instinctively, she reached for her phone and dialed Agatha's number. Agatha, or "Aggie" as Y/n had started calling her, had been a steady presence in their lives for the last six months. Cassandra trusted Agatha, not only as someone she was dating but as a powerful witch who might have insight into what was happening to Y/n.

"Agatha, I need you here. It's about Y/n... something's happening."

Agatha arrived quickly, her expression serious as she entered the house. She greeted Cassandra with a quick kiss and then turned her attention to Y/n, who was nervously fidgeting on the couch. Y/n had always been close with Agatha, but this time, there was an unspoken weight in the air between them.

"So, Aggie," Y/n mumbled, her voice small, "am I... broken?"

Agatha knelt in front of her, brushing a lock of hair from Y/n's face. "No, sweetheart, you're not broken. You're powerful. There's a big difference."

Cassandra crossed her arms, her anxiety clear. "But is it safe? Y/n's never shown any signs of magic before. I don't understand how this could happen."

Agatha gave Cassandra a soft look, then turned back to Y/n. "Sometimes, powers don't manifest right away. They can be triggered by trauma, fear, or even a life-changing event like surgery. It's possible that Y/n's powers were always there, but now they've been activated."

Y/n stared at her hands, flexing her fingers. "But what kind of powers? Is this like magic? Or... something else?"

Agatha and Cassandra exchanged a glance before Agatha spoke again. "It's hard to say for sure without more exploration. It could be magic, or it could be something tied to your ancestry." She paused, choosing her next words carefully. "Y/n, you know that your grandfather, Steve Rogers, was-"

"A superhero," Y/n interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I know. But this feels different, Aggie. This feels... weird."

"It's not weird," Cassandra interjected, sitting next to Y/n and placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's just unexpected. But that doesn't mean it's bad."

Agatha nodded. "If it is magic, I can help you control it. If it's something else, we'll figure it out together. The important thing is not to panic. You're not alone in this."

Y/n bit her lip, her mind swirling with thoughts. "But... what if I hurt someone? What if I can't control it?"

"We won't let that happen," Cassandra said firmly, pulling her daughter into a tight hug. "We're here for you, no matter what."