Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140617170837/@comment-3293219-20140619222233

Agatha backed up against the wall, breathing rappidly and heavily, as if she was hyperventolating.

"N-No... This isn't right, this isn't right at all!" She gasped, looking around for some clue, that proved that all of this was fake.

"I... I was meant to do something with my life!"

Her mother smiled to her, kneeling down and looking her in the eye.

"Oh, Agatha... You can still do something, something amazing if you put your mind to it..." She smiled, rising to her feet.

"You could own a shop! Or own this farm one day!" Lilly beamed.

This didn't help Agatha at all, it just aggrevated her even more as she began to panic and look around.

"I don't want to own a shop! I want to discover, build, explore! Not... Shrivel up and die in this... Cesspool!" The Breton called, clutching her head and sliding to the floor. Everything she'd done... The spells she'd learned, friends she'd made, the glennmoril witches, Arik, Pilerius, Rachael, Darius...

All of it...

Just a dream... A fantasy, a distraction from the mundaine and boring, that was to be her life from this point on.

"I wanted to be something ma... Do something with my life, other than..." She paused and hung her head, sniffing to herself as she let her tears roll freely down her cheeks.

"This!" She cried, throwing her arms in the air as her surroundings did a grand job of illustrating her point. Her mother and father just dedicated every minute of the day to the mundane and boring, washing, cooking, cleaning, skinning, peeling, trashy novels, boring conversations, never leaving this plot of land, like they drew life from the house. It wasn't a life, it was limbo, some other kind of death...

"N-Now I'm just going to be... Nothing... J-Just another i-idiot, with no ambition, other than to live, die and be forgotten about in a decade..."

"Agatha..." Lilly whispered, kneeling down infront of her and catching her teary eye.

"You will be important, only a handful of people have achieved what you're about to achieve..." She whispered, with a smile.

"Uh hu... And what's that?" The young Witch sniffed, hugging her knees.

"Die, in the Deadlands." Her mother grinned, pulling a kitchen knife from her apron and causing Agatha's eyes to widen.

"Now hold still!"