Wanda wakes with a sharp gasp, her eyes fluttering open to a world that was decidedly not the stone halls of Wundagore. The cold weight of her last moments—the crushing fall, the ancient mountain crumbling around her—was still vivid in her mind, she realizes she’s lying on a path made of shimmering light. The air is thick with magic, swirling around her like a breeze made of whispers.

She pushes herself up, feeling a strange pull from the landscape. Around her, a strange twilight forest stretches into the distance, the trees whispering in an unknown tongue, their leaves glowing faintly with a dim blue light. At the far edge of the path, there is a door. Wanda recognizes it instantly—the door at the end of the Witch's Road.

A figure stands nearby, watching her with a bright, eager expression. It’s a teenage girl, around fifteen, She has bright, intelligent eyes, a soft smile curling at her lips, and a gleam of pure delight in her gaze.

“Finally,” the girl says, her voice brimming with excitement. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

Wanda blinks, taking a step back. Her confusion deepens as the girl steps closer, beaming like they’re long-lost friends.

“Who are you?” Wanda’s voice is hoarse. She tries to summon her magic, but it feels distant, weakened. "How am I alive?”

The girl lets out a soft, melodic laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Alive? Because I wanted you to be. You're here because I reached the end of the Witch's Road. You're my prize.”

Wanda’s eyes widen. Her prize? Nothing about this made sense. “…I don’t understand.”

The girl tilts her head, watching Wanda’s expression. “Of course, you wouldn’t recognize me like this,” she says with a playful smile. “Not in this form.”

Wanda’s heart skips a beat, her confusion mounting. “What do you mean?”

The girl steps closer, “It’s me, mom. I’m your daughter. One of your triplets,” she adds, "From your hex."

Wanda's eyes widen. "{{user}}? Y-You look different..."