Twisted fate|Agatha all along

Chapter 27

💜Maiden Mother Crone-part 1❤️

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Agatha was running through the woods, hood and Cloak on, looking back as she ran. Agatha panted as she ran, she was in pain, but she kept going until she couldn't. Agatha stopped to lean against a tree near a lake groaning, taking off her cloak. Agatha was in labour, she was pregnant, with a little boy, Nicholas Scratch would be what she would name him. Agatha pulling a knife and a lemon out of her bag, cutting the lemon in half bitting down on one half. Agatha took her bag off before starting to push the lemon muffling the sounds of her screams. As this went on Agatha lent her back against the tree, groaning in pain, something felt off. As she looked around she saw another cloaked figure, someone she recognised, she immediately knew what that meant.

"No. No."

Agatha said as she looked at the woman, her lover, death, shaking her head as the woman made her way over to her.

"It cannot be."

Agatha said, tears welling in her eyes, she was going to lose her son, she did not want to lose him, before she'd even met him.

"It must be."

The woman told Agatha, the woman looked at her sadly as she said this, she didn't want to do this to Agatha but she had to.

"You do this and I will hate you forever."

Agatha told the woman, this started to make Rio falter, she didn't want Agatha to hate her but it was her job.

"Please let him live. Please, my love! Please!"

Agatha pleaded with Rio, Agatha groaning in pain before she went back to pleading, she was fully in tears, finally causing death to falter.

"I can offer only time."

Rio told Agatha, in the back of her mind she knew the time that she could offer wouldn't nearly be as much as her prophesied replacement could give but she would give her as much as she could.

"How much time? How much..."

Agatha asked, between groans, closing her eyes as she did, when she opened them death was gone. When Agatha finally gave birth the little boy started crying, Agatha knew that it meant that he was alive and she was overjoyed by that.

"Hi."

She said as she held him up, happy tears in her eyes, he was alive.

"I spoke no spell. I said no incantation. You... you were made from scratch."

Agatha said as she looked at the boy, she chuckled tearfully as she looked at him, she knew he was fated to die but she never wanted to loose him. The little boy grabbed her hair as she cradled him holding him close to her heart.

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Nicholas cried as Agatha had him held against her chest, as they made their way through the woods. She could hear people singing in the distance, following the sound. She very quickly found where it was coming from walking towards the group of singing women.

"Aww. Shh."

Agatha tried to quieten the boy as she walked toward the camp site the women were at.

"I know. You're not feeling well."

She told the boy, she wanted nothing more than to make him feel better, to heal him. The women stopped singing as they finally saw her approaching.

"Sister, come forth."

One of the women said, they all realising the other was a witch also.

"Is the little one well?"

The same witch asked Agatha, she knew the boy wasn't well, but she wasn't exactly going to tell strangers that.