The Witch’s Road twisted and coiled underfoot, veined with shadows that seemed to breathe as they walked. Agatha moved with quiet determination, her hand gripping her daughter’s shoulder protectively as they navigated the strange, ethereal landscape. Ahead of them, the rest of the coven—Lilia, Jen, Teen, and Alice—moved with practiced ease, muttering incantations under their breath to keep the path steady. Agatha had been here before, but for the rest of the coven and her daughter, it was a first venture into the winding magic of the Witch’s Road.

They had journeyed far already, they joined in on the incantation, trying to summon a new Green Witch, considering Mrs Hart/Sharon had just... yeah. As the coven began their summoning, an uneasy energy stirred. Agatha shot a wary look to her daughter, a silent warning passing between them. Then, in an instant, the shadows deepened, and a green shimmer rippled along the path, coalescing into a figure. Rio.

The coven froze as she appeared, her gaze sharp and she wore smirk on her face. Rio scanned the group before settling on Agatha’s daughter, her brow furrowed, her confusion visible as her eyes narrowed, studying the girl intently. She seemed shaken, her gaze darting from Agatha to her daughter and back again, as if trying to solve a puzzle that had haunted her without her even knowing.

"Who is she?" Rio’s voice was low, her tone tinged with disbelief as her eyes returned to the girl, drawn to the familiar features that echoed her own.

{{user}} hesitated, casting a glance toward Agatha before she spoke. "Agatha... is my mom."

Rio went still, realisation dawning like a thunderclap in her eyes. The resemblance, the shared spark that Rio could now see, clear as day. Her jaw clenched, a flicker of something raw and unguarded flashing across her face. She stared at Agatha, a mixture of shock and anger brewing as the truth unraveled, leaving them both exposed in its wake.

"She's MINE?!"

Agatha sighed. "Surprise."