Even in the dark, Agatha could see your dress blowing in the wind over Jarvis, moving farther and farther away from the castle.

Getting farther and farther away from her.

And a question continued to throb in her mind. Why? Why had she let you go?

Because you love her, Harkness.
She let the tears blur her vision, placing a hand over her chest, over her broken heart that was shrinking more and more.

This was something the brunette had never felt before. The loss, the loneliness, the pure lacerating pain.

She had been many things in her long life: the prodigious witch, the rebellious daughter, the most intelligent of her coven. And all of that was true. But Agatha always thought that she was the strongest, that she never needed any "weak" person by her side. Oh, how wrong she was about that.

But for a second, she almost wished she could be the person she was before, just so she wouldn't feel that pain anymore. But that would mean being empty again, and now she was someone better than that.

Thanks to you.

And that hadn't made her weak, as she previously believed. Only now Agatha could see how strong you made her, and as she watched you disappear into the dense, dark forest, she knew that you would never really leave her.

You would still be with her every second of the day, lighting up her darkness, filling her memories with your laughter and smart comments, with all the smiles and looks you had given her. And the sorceress didn't know if that would keep her warm or just set fire to her whole being.

But it didn't matter, because it meant that she still had you, even though you had just escaped through her fingers.

And she would still wait for your return, even if that went against any and all reason. The gates would no longer close, she would make sure of it. And your room, the library, the gardens would always be exactly as you left them, to welcome you with open arms.

When the ground shook, announcing that the penultimate petal of the rose had fallen, she let her soul collapse along with parts of the castle.

I will be waiting for you, Y/N.
Please come back to me.
And you so wanted to come back.

When you left the castle behind, you took Agatha's heart with you but left yours with her.

But it didn't matter now, because you had to find your father. Save him, wherever he was.

It felt like you were living a dejavu, once again letting Jarvis run through the forest, taking you to your father. Praying for the best. Praying to be on time.

The forest soon opened up, giving way to your village. Strangely, the street was not dark and empty, as it usually would be. Quite the contrary, by the way.

When you stepped down from Jarvis, you were able to take a closer look at the crowd holding torches around... oh, no.

You ran to your father, who was being led to an iron carriage, but before you could reach him, someone grabbed you by the arm.

You stared at the man holding you strongly, trying to free yourself from his grip, "John, let me go! What are you doing to my father?"

"Why, we're doing the best for him,Y/N! He's crazy, making up fanciful stories!"

"It's true, miss," one of the villagers nodded, "he came here raving about a beast in a castle."

You could barely believe your own ears, "but that's not a lie! I just got out of there!"

"Y/N, you would say anything to save your father, that doesn't prove anything," John raised an eyebrow.

Proof. You could give them that. Your hand trembled as you held the mirror, but not your voice, "show me the beast."

It hurt you to call Agatha that way, but they all needed to see that she was real, or your father would be taken unfairly and you would never see him again.

Once again the mirror shone and there she was, looking out of the castle tower as if she were looking for something. Or someone.

You then turned the mirror over to John, making him take a step back before yanking the mirror out of your hand.

"This is witchcraft!" He shouted, showing the mirror to the others, "look at this beast! Its horns, its fangs!"

The people then gasped in answer, some crying out and others cringing. You shook your head, they didn't have to feel that way.

"Please, she's kind, she wouldn't hurt any of you!" Your exclamation caused several murmurs in the crowd, but you didn't care anymore. You would no longer lower your head and hold your tongue.

"This monster cast a spell on Y/N! It's almost like you have feelings for her!" The man shouted at the crowd, making them even more uneasy.

Your blood boiled, "the only monster here is you, John!"

His gaze then became murderous, something you had never seen before, "I had heard of witches casting evil spells but I had never seen one with my own eyes, this is a threat to our village!"

The people shouted in agreement and raised their fists, having already fallen into another type of spell, in the hands of another type of monster.

"Lock Y/N up with her father, she can't warn the beast!"

"No, please!" You screamed, before you were dragged to the carriage and locked inside. Then you could only hear the shouting of John about attacking the castle and the commotion of the villagers. Your head hurt and even with your father's arms around you, you could only feel pain, pain and more pain, even when the screams and noises left the village.

What had you done?