AGATHA
(age 17)
"Happy birthday to me," I sigh, looking at myself in my rustic dusty mirror.
17. What an age. They say the older you get the more you find, but there is so much sorrow that can come with age. A longing feeling of loss plaguing your mind: but what is it? What is the feeling that I'm missing?
"Agatha," a mellow voice travels through the room, doesn't take a genius to figure out who that is.
Evanora Harkness.
My mother.
"Hi, mom," I spurt: not giving her the attention she so desperately wants.
"I just wanted you to know that your sisters and I are preparing you to walk the road." The road?? I mean I've heard stories but never could discern what is so important about that road.
"The witches road? We are definitely speaking about the same one— like the burn and brew with coven true road— or the—"
"Yes Agatha, that same road!" She says grunting savagely with her sinful smile.
The road was a dangerous place. Stories from years go back, that the road was no place you visit intentionally. Only the indignant few who are searching for the impossible enter those sacred grounds.
It was only a few winters ago that a friend to my coven sister had travelled the road, looking for an answer, something about some strange curse? Safe to say, she never made it back. Guess she didn't find what she was looking for either!
"When?" I plea.
"You'll know when you're ready, Agatha," for a second I see a glimmer of remorse in her eyes quickly followed by her usual sharp glare. After taking a moment to gather herself, my mother leaves making a swift exit out my room.
"I'll know when I'm ready?." Muttering to myself, what ever could she mean? My mother was full of surprises, a wicked woman. A wicked woman who has hated me since I was a babe. She never loved me as her own nor treated me like it.
My coven sisters have always been one above me, they impressed my mother more than I ever could.
The power they hold is an unimaginable force, a mythical blaze cast upon one is unsurvivable. My power has not developed as much yet, I am as they say on the weaker side.
I know inside there is an irrevocable power that cannot be controlled, it has haunted me since I was a child. Being so different to the rest of the
coven.
I lay myself onto my sheets gently pulling them over my restless body. Closing my eyes there is only one thing I see and feel while I daze away.
I'll see you.
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Rio All Along
Fantasythe fatal and heart warming teenage love experience of Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal. - assuming they're both the same age (400+) this is set between 1692-1693 when they was both 16-18. - This will get released since I don't want it rotting away in...
