A dark forest sits secluded in an unknown corner of the world, several cloaked women wait quietly in the darkness the silence deafening.
"Wait!"
"Stop please!"
when suddenly it's broken by the pleas of two people, one a beautiful young woman, and the other a teen who couldn't be older than fifteen.
their pleas go unheard as they are dragged by three more cloaked women to a wooden pole and tied against it.
"Agatha and Arther Harkness, Are you witches" said a grey-haired woman the leader of these women, Evanora Harkness.
"yes!" said Agatha her tone desperate " We are witches!" sobs Arther
" Yet you have both betrayed your coven" Evanora sneers, lowering her hood and revealing her aged face "We have not-" " You have stolen knowledge above your age and station, you've practised the darkest of magic" Evanora interrupts "We know nothing of these crimes!" " we swear it!" the pair argue in desperation.
"enough deception!" Evanora shouts silencing them .
" I did not break your rules, they simply bent to my power," Agatha says with confidence. the woman surrounding the pair starts chanting an ancient language.
"wait!," Arther says panicked, " we cannot control it!." Agatha now shares his distress although for a different reason. " if only you would teach us!" she screams "M-mother please!" Arther begs, looking at Evanora his eyes glistening, she seems to consider it before chanting with the other women.
they look at their mother in shock and disappointment, " Wait NO!" they both scream in pain as they are blasted by multiple misty blue rays of magic sent by the witches who were once thought family.
their screams slowly die out as the blue rays slowly turn a purple hue, all the witches are shocked as both their magic and their lives are being absorbed by the two who were supposed to be long dead by now, it's made clear that whatever dark magic they learned, is unlike anything any of them have ever seen.
Agatha blasts them all away except their mother who is still alive and floating in the air, just as she is about to blast them both Arther runs in front of his sister "Please w-we can be good" he says trying to convince both his mother and sister
" No, you cannot" she replies on the verge of crying before readying a blast towards him.
but before it can reach him Agatha runs in front of him saving him.
she struggles to absorb her mother's magic, both because she doesn't know if she is willing to kill her mother and because she is significantly stronger than the others.
but she gets the upper hand overwhelming her mother's magic and killing her as she falls to the ground now a dry magicless husk.
she walks over to her mother's dead body staring at her corpse indifferently before snatching the broch she was wearing and walking to her sobbing brother and comforting him before flying off with his hand in hers.
(A/N) ok, why is writing actually hard I have a newfound respect for all fanfic writers. any advice is GREATLY appreciated
don't own Agatha or young justice
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