From Cursed Child to Trueborn Scion

er brother Ethan' s trueborn daughter from the nursery, a tiny bundle radiating an unseen energy, and in her place, Agnes left her ow

e thrumming beneath her skin, a wild, ancient magic she learned to choke back, to hide, presenting to the wo

itual, a siphoning of Sarah' s innate spiritual energy, a theft to bolster Claire, the cuckoo in the Blackwood nest, w

rred, her body thin and scarred, a living testament to the abuse she endured, the family and staff whisper

r laughter echoing in halls where Sarah only knew fear, her days filled with tutors, fine clothes, and the doting af

head of the Blackwood empire was to be solidified, Agnes, however, saw it as her own stage, a moment to unveil

spected her depths of manipulation, Eleanor, Sarah' s true mother, felt a familiar dread, a sickn

d reaction, only a flicker in her eyes, a silent, cynical acknowledgment of the coming st

wretched girl," one society woman sneered to another, "such an unfortunate thing to look at," their scorn re

ain, her muscles sore from endless, demeaning chores, Agnes forced her to serve at

m, "They say a touch of the cursed brings luck," he slurred, his fingers digging into her f

ter witnessing such an encounter, "grateful you exist at all, even as a source of amusem

ness, it was strategy, a decades-long game of patience, every insult, every blow, she cataloged, fuel

sharp slap for a perceived slight, a kick to her shins if she moved too slowly, "Useless cre

ve of her hand, "she' s hardy, like a weed, and it' s for her own good, keeps her from getting

ttention, then, Agnes would unleash her fury on Sarah, a storm of blows and vile words, the staff turni

of utter desolation, inside, she was a fortress of ice and fire, listening to Agne

al display, his voice, cold and sharp as winter, cut through the room, "Agnes, e

ay, leaving her crumpled on the floor, vulnerable, Josiah' s intervention wa

heltered person's shock at raw cruelty, quickly averted her gaze when Josiah spoke,

ushed to Claire' s side, "My dear, don't trouble yourself with this, it' s merely...

ouch gentle, her voice soft, a stark, sickening contrast to the complete disrega

forward, a glass of water in her trembling hand, intending to offer it to

rous, "focus on what matters, Claire' s debut at the Gala, she must s

a little something to enhance your natural radiance at the Gala, a charm, energized just for you," she opened it, reveal

towards Sarah, then at Eleanor' s distressed face, a shadow of discomfort crossing her own, she