Time was a cruel thing. Three years of love could feel like a fortnight-especially when you were burdened with immortality. In the grand scheme of her life, Morgan supposed Wanda should have meant little to her. Yet, the scarlet witch had consumed every morsel of her. She was all the green witch could think and speak about. Living without her was torturous despite having lived without her before. How exactly did she live without Wanda before they met? All she could remember was how miserable she was. It confounded Morgan that someone could walk into her life, fundamentally change it, and leave.
Morgan loved Wanda; it was ruining her life.
Time was crueller to Morgan than most. For one minute she would be sleeping next to Wanda in bed, snuggled under the warm covers, and the next she was walking the Witches Road with her estranged mother and a coven of peculiar witches. Everything was made worse by how desperately the road screamed Wanda's name; Morgan was overwhelmed by how much it reminded her of her love.
"It's exactly as I pictured it," the teen stated in awe. Morgan gave him an odd look, wondering why she felt disturbed by his statement. Something didn't add up about the road-its existence for starters-but she couldn't work it out.
"Yes," Agatha replied, "It suits you. " She eyed the teen up and down quickly before turning her attention back to the road.
The soft crunch of leaves under everyone's feet lulled Morgan into a false sense of comfort, but she kept her ears out for any change in her mama. It had been a while, but she still knew the woman like the back of her hand.
In disbelief, the witch behind Morgan exclaimed, "You didn't think it was real, did ya?"
"Did you?" another witch asked.
Turning to face the witches behind her, Morgan's eyes widened in shock, she remembered those red highlights. "You were the one who pushed past me this morning," she snapped.
"Sorry. I didn't see you there," she replied.
Morgan rolled her eyes, "You didn't feel me? It's a little late to be apologising," she crossed her arms over her chest. The tension was thick-Morgan realised she would spend some time with these witches, so she changed her tone. "It's fine. I'm Morgan," she held out her hand.
"Alice," she took Morgan's hand, shaking it half-heartedly, "This is Lilia and Jen," she nodded to each respective witch. Morgan smiled at them. "I take it you know those two," Alice finished.
The green witch's face was unreadable, "Not the kid. But I have some idea of who Agatha is," she mumbled, hoping she sounded vague enough. It wouldn't be the end of the world if this coven found out she was Agatha's daughter, but there was enough animosity around that she didn't feel like testing the waters.
"You know what this is!" someone exclaimed, causing everyone to face an elderly woman in a floral shirt and wide-brimmed hat. She looked like someone's cute grandma-not that Morgan knew what grandmas were supposed to look like considering she never had one. "This is a kidnapping," Morgan rolled her eyes, turning to gauge her mama's reaction. "And I think it is high time we involved the authorities."
From what Morgan could tell, Agatha seemed as bewildered as everyone else-not that the purple witch would let anyone see. This land was just as foreign to Agatha as it was to Morgan. The thought scared the green witch because it meant no one knew what they were doing. While the woman-who wasn't a witch like Morgan first assumed-scavenged through her bag for her phone, Morgan shifted towards the teen. She didn't know how, but she knew he had to be connected to this. Her mama was acting too weird. . . well, more than usual. Agatha was cautious of the teen and Morgan wanted to know why.
"Are we going to ignore the fact that something just chased us down here?" Jen asked, demanding everyone's attention.
"Chased Agatha," Alice corrected.
