Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151120001401/@comment-3293219-20151125154441

"More often than you'd think..." Agatha uttered, though her words became slurred and she found herself growing... dizzy.

Her vision blurred and her head swayed from side to side as her entire grip on reality changed, molding into something else...

Agatha groaned as the stone walls of Labarynthian formed into wooden shack walls, her friends were gone and only the flickering of a nearby torch could be heard, though now it was coming from a fire place.

The Breton wasn't paying attention to any of it and was in fact hanging her head, bringing her hands up to her ears and gently tugging at her hair. It felt... Wrong... Like she was drunk or on skooma, not that she'd ever done that but if she did, she'd imagine it being something like this.

"Agatha?"

The voice that spoke was commanding, overbearing and yet... concerned. Agatha knew it well, it was the first thing she heard, when she woke up in the morning and the last thing she heard before going to sleep at night. She swiftly turned around, facing the woman in question.

"M-Mother?"

Stood before her was an older looking Breton, tired, dirty and worn out. Her fingernails were short, cut raw through sifting through the dirt, a fate that she had in store for Agatha, had she not been smart enough to run.

"Agatha... Come back to us. Please..."

Agatha glared at the woman, obviously disliking that idea entirely, she moved back, furiously shaking her head.

"N-No... What I'm doing is important Mother, potatoes will always grow but this matters, it will determine the fate of our world!" She stated angrily, clenching her fist.

"But... We need you, we can't keep this place running without you sweetheart. Please, come back home, help your father."

"I'm not going to abandon my friends to sift through the dirt, Mother!" She snapped, cutting through her pleas with a roar.

"And that's final!"

"But... Agatha..."

"Shut up Lilly!"

With that, Agatha threw the strongest punch that she was able to at her mother, she wouldn't normally hit anyone, not when a lightning bolt would be way more effective but in this instance, she lost control completely.

She watched as the lines between her dream and reality blurred, fading away and revealing her fist's true target. Diana's left eye...

Helplessly she saw as Diana was hit in the face and sent down to the ground, landing with a light thud.