The Purple Brick Road (3)

Relationship: Agatha Harkness x Reader; Original Male Character x Reader; Agnes x Reader

Short Summary: Agnes is in Westview when You arrived, which gave Agatha a way out of her current predicament.

Chapter Summary: A little history about our new Witch Mother.

To check theprequel, here yougo.

A/N: This one came out of me because someone requested it. I missed writing but boy the number of times I had to cry to get here. Pretty tiring. Well, hope you like this one.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“You know you can leave.”

Startled to hear Eli’s voice, you turned to him confused.

He approached you and continued, “you did die.” He wears a timid smile on his face as he stood beside you. “Our vows mentioned of ‘til death do us part so…”

Finally understanding his sentiment, you chuckled and replied, “…we’re not married anymore.” The both of you shared a laugh, something you never thought could happen after tonight.

The moment, however, was brief. A second that easily slipped by in what would be a long life for the new Witch Mother.

“I am being sincere though, [y/n].” Once again, the air was heavy with the turn of the conversation. “Nothing is tethering you anymore in this place.” The young wizard noticed how tears start to form in your eyes. How could they still be the brightest orbs despite the darkness of this hour?

You allowed the silence to envelop the two of you.

After announcing the tragedy the Mothers have faced in the woods, you instructed every Maiden to take shelter with their witch sisters. No one should be alone while they mourn the loss of their beloved.

Not following your own advice, Eli simply followed as you went on your own. He found you approaching the boundary between the Forbidden forest and the village. Wasting no more time, you cast a new protection spell, stronger than the one previously placed. The deep blue wisps of magic emitted from your Witch’s index burns the sigil deep in your constructed dome.

You repeated the incantations, sealing every opening until one last remained. You stopped performing the spell, evidently hesitant to continue. The wisps disappeared from sight, leaving the moon as the only source of illumination for the forest.

Eli could only guess what was running in your head; maybe it was running that was in your head. He could never fault you for that. It’s not hard to see the difference between the [y/n] that came rushing to the woods earlier and the [y/n] that came back.

He promised your mother before the wedding that he will look out for you, and if that means letting you go, then so be it. He then revealed himself from the bushes behind you.

As the weary night slowly turns to a day, you remained fixated on the forest opening. You would never tell Eli this but he was a calming presence by your side. The closest thing to what home feels like, especially now that you’ve lost everyone you loved. He was right, nothing is holding you back to stay. So you decided to break the silence and respond.

“Agatha and I were raised the same way,” your voice trying to remain intact. “Follow the rules. Study your spells. Bow to your Mothers. Protect your sisters.”

Still looking out at the forest, “and yet we were built different - what she wanted to break, I wanted to follow.” Facing your friend, you asked, “if I leave, where would I go?”

“You can find her,” he replied.

“I’m not sure I want to do that.”

Eli was hit with the realization of what damage the Forbidden forest has done. He always believed that you were inseparable from Agatha, accepted the fact that she will be a part of your married life with him. Now, all he can do is wipe away the tears from your face as you try to continue living without her.

“I believed that she will never do anything to hurt me,” you try to control your sobs, “but she made me face the Maidens and tell them how their mothers, sisters, their loved ones are no longer with us. She made me watch as they break apart inside. And I couldn’t even tell them the truth because I had to protect her up until the last second.”

Eli continued to listen, his mother says his most admirable quality.

“If she had just listened, all of this could have been avoided.” You reached for his hands as he tries to wipe your face. “I told her to leave. Before I died, I told her there’s no reason for her to stay too.” You held his hands tightly, as you bring them down. Feeling the warmth of something else other than your newly awakened powers helped you calm down.

“[y/n], you know Agatha is-”

“Stubborn,” you cut him off, sharply. “What she did kill the future of this coven. The Crones have barely enough magic, the Maidens are not knowledgeable enough to perform any spell beyond their station. I’m the last Mother they have.”

You took a deep breath, accepting the reality you are now faced with.

“If I leave, I will take the last hope of this coven with me.” You completely dried your cheeks and faced the opening, once again summoning the blue wisps of witchcraft in your fingers. You let go of his hand, preparing for what you will say next.

“I will stay,” you glanced his way, “but you don’t have to.”

Stunned with the change of your behavior, he raised his brow.

“If the marriage has indeed ended, Eli, this is your chance to find the person you’ll love and be with them.”

He inched closer and reached for the ring in your finger, barely a day old on you.

“I have found her,” he traces the band ever so slowly, “and I have married her. If she says she’s staying, then so will I.”

A smile crept up to your face, it wasn’t the smile Eli fell in love with when he first met you, but it was enough for now. That smile was a promise. A promise that you two can move forward.

“Okay,” you replied, “but don’t die on me quickly. I’ve seen so much death today enough for a hundred lifetimes” He chuckled as he stepped aside. You resumed closing the forest opening.

“I promise,” he says and that’s one he kept for the next three centuries.

—

“You know you can stay with me.”

Agatha paced in her mind prison as she hears Agnes befriend her old friend, rival, lover,you.

“Could this be any more boring, Wanda?” She screamed in the void. “What happened to stranger danger you teach your boys, huh? Doesn’t apply to our dear, sweet, Agnes, I see.”

“I was planning to take a look around,” you beamed at the woman who is holding your arms tightly, “but I can tour your house instead.”

The bewitched housewife crossed her arms with you and led you to her house, “oh dear that would be lovely. I just prepared a good ‘ole pot of chicken casserole for dinner.”

“No, Agnes, you didn’t!” Frustration emanates from the trapped witch as the two continue to walk together. “You left the house before we can set the stove on.”

“Really, Agatha?” Her thoughts reverberate against the walls of her prison. “The stove being off is your problem? We had control! We were getting through to her. Why do you have to get distracted?”

“It’s [y/n], she can help us.” She replied.

“We don’t even know if that’s her or someone that looks just like her,” doubt starting to creep up on her.

She scoffed as she replied to herself, “she’s a witch, and we are known to live long lives.”

“She’s also a witch that we saw die 300 years ago.”

Agatha stared at the image before her, your face entering the dump that Agnes calls home. She notices the difference since she last saw you.

Years that have passed can be seen below your eyes but you seem younger than she is. You smile differently too. A part of it is unnerving like it’s forced. Like you’re just playing along. As you engage in a conversation with Agnes, she realized your cadence is slower than usual.

By now, Agatha is starting to believe that this is yet another trick from her captor. After all, a chaos wielder will bring chaos, especially the ones who have a grudge against her.

She continued observing as Agnes hands you a glass of water. She sees the wedding band still on your ring finger. The ring she saw given to you on your wedding day. Even in her hell, you still chose him.

She clenched her jaw, trying not to scream anymore. She’s been doing it whenever she sleeps, no need to do it when she’s awake too.

“So what happened here, Agnes?” Your voice now ringing in her head. Agatha simply settled down and allowed her counterpart to do all the work. Whatever. Wanda for sure has a script for this too.

“Why do you ask, dear?” The sound of ingredients being chopped in the chopping board in the background.

“Well, it seems pretty deserted.”

Agnes turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eye, the nosy neighbor ecstatic to meet someone to talk to. “Have you got all day?”

“If you’re telling the story, I’ve got forever.”

Agnes almost squealed and Agatha remained frozen in her position.

The memories of your last words came rushing back.

“This is as long as forever that I can give you.”