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The Witch is Mine!
Unity, New England at the stroke of midnight. The Nexus Being known only as Lore unleashes a fury of power. Dimension after dimension has fallen to her hideous strength. This dimension is next. ‘The Witch is mine!’ she screams as she blasts the mighty Scarlet Witch, a.k.a. Wanda Maximoff, leader of the Avengers West Coast. Wanda pushes her elderly mentor, the uber-witch Agatha Harkness, aside, as she faces off against Lore, staring her in the face, Wanda exclaims ‘Me! You’re me!’. Lore smirks and replies ‘A mirror image only - and the mirror is dark! Before blasting Wanda with a powerful beam of energy.
In the catacombs beneath the Unity church, Wanda and Agatha have just defeated Master Pandemonium and a quartet of demonically transformed West Coast Avengers - USAgent, Spider-Woman, War Machine, and reserve member Living Lightning. ‘The lady is here! How lovely she is!’ exclaims the deranged Master Pandemonium, held in mystical bonds as the Scarlet Witch faces another threat. Agatha dodges the blast while telling Wanda that this is another aspect of the Nexus, an ancient and evil rapacious version, the very being that has haunted Wanda all this time.
‘As long as Agatha Harkness has strength and wit, it will desist!’ the aged sorceress cries, blasting Lore with her arcane abilities. ‘Begone, revenant! I banish you from this dimension!’ Agatha exclaims. Lore holds her own though, and admits that Agatha is correct on one thing, she is the instrument of the Scarlet Witch’s recent madness, however ‘Your feeble magic is nothing to me!’ With that, Lore renders Agatha unconscious. Wanda is furious, and warns Lore that she will pay for that.
Wanda supposes that her next hex will work no better against Lore than Agatha’s magic, ‘But how will you fare against a solid right hook?’ Wanda asks as she uses her physical combat training to punch Lore - only to find that her fist and arm just phase through. ‘You’re not there! You’re just a spirit!’ Wanda exclaims. Lore corrects her: ‘A spirit, yet, but not without power!’ and casts more of her evil magic upon Wanda, knocking the mighty Scarlet Witch to the ground, where she lands near an old skeleton.
Wanda gathers herself and sits up, asking ‘What are you, Lore? What do you want?’. Lore hovers overhead, and replies that she wants this ripe, succulent world, of course. ‘And you cannot stop me - for you cannot stop what you cannot touch!’ the Nexus Being adds, before explaining that the physics of the dimensional universe demand that no two nexus beings exist on the same plane of reality. She smirks as she reveals that she can only manifest here as a ghost, a fancy - ‘And the fancy is yours, Wanda Maximoff!’ Lore shouts.
Lore tells Wanda that she has come though her nightmares, through the jagged pathways of Wanda’s own tortured soul. ‘You have beckoned me here, welcomed me! And for that, you have my gratitude!’. Worried, Wanda asks ‘What of me?’ to which Lore replies that she would have thought that was obvious: ‘You are this dimension’s Nexi…I want your physical self. Once I possess it, I can begin to feed on this appetizing realm!’.
Lore begins to explain to Wanda that each of the universe’s innumerable dimensions has its own Nexus Being - one who personifies that realm’s character. ‘Do not judge me harshly, Hex Witch!’ Lore remarks, informing Wanda that she comes from a place where necromancy is the common order, so it is inevitable that she should act this way, just as it is inevitable that she requires new sources of life-force to sustain herself.
(Shown with illustrative flashback images)Lore reveals that, eons ago, she exhausted her own world of such life-force, and that since then she has moved from one Nexus Dimension to the next, devouring as she went. Lore explains that the process is simple, that when the hour comes, her powers bind the dimension into helpless stasis, while her agents drive that dimension’s resident Nexi insane…thereupon, with the Nexus Guardian helpless and vulnerable, she is able to take over the body and become physically manifest - then, she has the solid form through which to feed!
(Present)‘You are next, hex witch! You are mine!’ Lore cries, readying more energy, while a solemn Wanda holds her wounds and whispers ‘I have dreamed of what you say. The pain, the destruction…’ Lore smirks and replies ‘Of course. The psychic shock of each invasion carries through the dimensions to each Nexi in an empathic ripple. ‘Yes. Then I suppose it’s all over…’ Wanda whispers. ‘…come and take me, Lore’ she utters as her body slumps with injury to the ground.
However, Wanda’s mind is sharp. She lulls Lore with her voice, while summoning a massive riptide of hex power. ‘Eat this, monster!’ Wanda shouts as she aims a seemingly small hex blast as Lore closes in on her. Lore is unfazed and boasts that she has consumed over ten thousand worlds, so she tires of these desperate last stands…. Wanda resigns herself again and solemnly remarks that she supposes she had to try, even though it didn’t work. Lore grins, ‘Don’t waste your power. Submit. It will be so much easier!’.
Suddenly though, Wanda smacks Lore straight in the face, and actually hit’s a physical form. Lore cries out as she falls to the ground. ‘What is this? I can feel! It isn’t possible!’ she gasps. ‘Anything is possible with a control of probability. My hex can’t affect you directly…but it allows me to do the one thing no other Nexi victim of yours could - arrange the probability of you and I co-existing, physically, in the same place!’ Wanda explains. ‘That changes things, don’t you think?’ she asks Lore, who blasts a stream of energy along the ground before rising from where she had fallen, ‘Very clever, Wanda…too clever!’ Lore replies, pointing out that Wanda has given her weight, sense and form so that she no longer needs the Scarlet Witch at all.
Suddenly, ‘Oh, look! The sleeping dead have woken!’ grins Lore as zombies rise from the ground where she cast her power. Lore adds that they answer only to her of course, as she is the necromancer here. ‘Now, Witch. Now we’ll hear you scream!’ Lore cries as the zombies begin to surround Wanda. The dead continue to rise up and surround Wanda, bursting from the dust that has covered them for millennia. Dry sockets grind, rusted armor clatters against bleached bone. Fleshless fingers tighten around the hilts of ancient weapons.
But the Scarlet Witch stands her ground, striking back with every ounce of fury in her limbs. Every minute spent training with USAgent bears fruit. The ranks of the undead crumble. ‘A fine display, hex witch!’ Lore cackles, ‘But far from good enough!’ Lore exclaims that Wanda cannot kill them, as they have no life to lose. She points out that as fast as Wanda’s blows cut the deathless down, they merely rise again.
Suddenly, Wanda raises her hands high and exclaims that she feels the undead’s pain, the agony of being torn from their eternal rest by Lore’s foul necromancy. Wanda exclaims that their spirits yearn for the release of quiet death once more, they do not want to be part of Lore’s evil. Wanda declares, in a burst of blinding light, that all the undead want is for the silence of the grave, and boasts that she can turn that heartfelt wish into reality! With that, light bursts, searing away necromancy in a flood of concentrated hex power, causing the churchyard to shudder as it takes back its stolen sleepers into the ground.
‘There! May you rest in peace…’ Wanda whispers, when suddenly, ‘And my you join them!’ shrieks Lore as she lunges at Wanda, smacking her with a sword. But Wanda retaliates, pushing Lore up against a wall, Wanda asks her if raising the dead has drained her sorcery. ‘Not at all!’ Lore replies as she hits Wanda with a magical blast at close range. Agatha Harkness reappears and tends to Wanda, knocking Lore aside with a bolt of magic, Agatha exclaims that she still has power left.
This gives Wanda time to gather herself, and both women face off, their magic clashing against the others. ‘So, Nexus sister, must it come to this? A duel? A test of your arcane arts against mine?’ Lore asks, boasting that she can block everything Wanda casts at her. ‘As can I, dark one’ Wanda replies. Neither of the women seem to notice as bolts of magic deflect and ricochet around the chamber, some glancing away to strike unintended targets - like Master Pandemonium’s shackles. The uber-villain strains against the bonds holding him, tearing at the weakened stone work, and all the while, the ancient chamber resounds with the fury of the conjured attacks.
‘Curse you! You will submit to me!’ screams Lore as she lunges at Wanda, fists outstretched. ‘Not in your lifetime, Lore!’ Wanda replies as she shoves Lore backwards. Lore remains on the ground while a determined Wanda stands over her, ‘You have torn your way through the Multiverse mercilessly! Genocide is too inadequate a word for your atrocities!’ Wanda tells Lore, before warning her that it is all over, here and now.
‘How true’ a solemn Lore replies, staring at the Scarlet Witch, as Master Pandemonium jumps Wanda from behind, ‘Wanda! Wanda, my love!’ he cries, wrapping his arms around her. ‘Pandemonium! No!’ screams Wanda, struggling in her foe’s grasp. ‘I love you, Wanda! We will be together now! Always! The lady promised! Pandemonium babbles, while Wanda tells him to let her go, ‘Don’t you know what she’s capable of?’ Wanda asks him, referring to Lore.
Lore gathers herself, telling Pandemonium to hold Wanda tight, and she will give him what she promised. ‘You and the Witch will be together forever…in death!’ With that, Lore unleashes a powerful blast, although it only strikes Pandemonium, as somehow Wanda is free. USAgent grabs Wanda, and pulls her to safety. Wanda sees that her friends are all transformed back to normal, and Wonder Man is among them too. Wanda reveals that Pandemonium released her at the last moment, and they turn and watch a weakened Pandemonium who cries ‘Lady…why have you betrayed me this way…?’. Lore grins and replies ‘That’s what I do best, you witless fool! Get out of my sight!’ she exclaims, and with that, Pandemonium vanishes.
Wanda tells her friends that she wishes the circumstances of their reunion were happier, but that the fact they are themselves again is a good sign. Wanda supposes that Lore’s magic must be too weak to sustain the illusion, and begins to suggest that they strike in unison, when suddenly, Lore, surrounded by magical flames, appears before them, telling the Scarlet Witch not to bother trying, for her powers are not drained, explaining that she has simply summoned them all together so that she can perform such rites that will crack this world open.
Lore declares that she no longer needs the Scarlet Witch, as Wanda has given her physical form. But, Lore exclaims that she will not share this dimension with another Nexus, and remarks that the Avengers will be fitting sacrifices at this, her inauguration as supreme force in this dimension. Wanda and her friends stagger backwards as choking clouds of smog swirl around Lore, who declares that she will need great power to obliterate Wanda and calls all the spirits of the Nexi, all those she has vanquished and devoured in her progress here. She draws their screaming souls from the lonely graves where she left them, and empties their powers into herself so that she can…
…Lore’s words are interrupted be the sound of her screams, her cries shatter the stone vault of the catacomb. Freed for the very first time since she slew them, the dead Nexi swoop and shriek through the air around Lore, and take their terrible revenge. As the dead Nexi begin to destroy Lore, Wanda urges her friends backwards, before calling out to the Nexi, ’Leave her! Leave her to me!’ she exclaims, picking up a sword, Wanda aims and tosses it towards the strung-out Lore, ‘You owe me this much, Nexi…the witch is mine!’ Wanda shouts. The sword strikes, and there is a massive burst of hex energy, then nothing.
Soon, Wanda stirs, ‘Where am I?’ she asks. ‘So dark, empty’. Suddenly, a small light is seen approaching her, ‘What is that?’ Wanda asks, when suddenly the light reveals a humanoid within it. ‘Sleep, Wanda. You’ve earned it’ the mysterious being remarks. ‘You have avenged us, Avenger, and laid out souls to rest, just as you freed the dead of Unity. You have destroyed the scourge of the Nexi’. Wanda gasps, ‘Who are you? I saw you in my dreams!’ she exclaims. The creature smiles and reveals that she is Evelyn, the last Nexi to fall. ‘From us all, I give you thanks. You have won us peace. Now you must sleep’ she smiles, pointing at Wanda, who protests ‘But my friends…’ Wanda utters, before she falls asleep. ‘Are safe. Sleep, Wanda Maximoff…’.
‘Lore!’ Wanda screams as she wakes up. ‘Easy, Wanda! You’re safe now!’ Spider-Woman tells her friend, explaining that they found Wanda in the ruins of Unity church and brought her back to the Compound, where she has been asleep for hours. Wanda tells everyone that she owes them all thanks, ‘Especially you Agatha…and you, Agent. If you hadn’t kept my combat training…well, the old Scarlet Witch, with only her hex power would have been pretty easy prey for Lore’ Wanda remarks.
‘Flattery wont make me ease off the workout regime, Wanda’ USAgent replies. Spider-Woman tells Walker to shut-up, before turning to Wanda and asking her how she feels. ‘Feel, Spider-Woman? I feel…better than I’ve ever felt before’. The end of the old Scarlet Witch, as the new Scarlet Witch smiles.


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About the Death of Many Cats
In Wanda's dream:
'All right! This is for you! AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!' Captain America shouts as he stands on a stage alongside the new line-up of Avengers – the Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver and Hawkeye, while a sea of reporters, camera crews and other civilians wave adoringly at them.
Thou Shalt Not Suffer a Witch to Live – Exodus 22:18
Reality:
'Gha!' Wanda Maximoff a.k.a. the Scarlet Witch gasps as she sits up in her bed, in an apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. She sits on the edge of her bed, then gets up and goes into the bathroom, where she looks at her reflection in the mirror, a reflection that seems strangely older than she really is. 'Just a couple more wrinkles. A little more grey... could be worse' Wanda remarks to herself. Wanda gets some coffee from the kitchen and puts a robe over her shoulders. She enters a living room, and a voice calls out to her 'Bad dream?' Wanda glances sideways and replies 'You and I both know there's no such thing as bad dreams. They're messages our subconscious sends us, if we only cared to read them as such'. The voice replies 'Oh, I'm in a Psychology 101 with Professor Wanda? I didn't realize. I'll get my notebook'. Wanda narrows her eyes, 'And you know how much I love dry sarcasm first thing in the morning' she replies.
The voice tells Wanda that it isn't morning – it is still night. 'You know what I meant... Agatha' Wanda declares, as the ghost of Agatha Harkness appears before her former student. Wanda holds her mug of coffee close to her mouth and explains that it wasn't a bad dream, more like a memory, and a message. 'I'm just not certain what it's telling me yet' she adds, before informing Agatha that she senses something out there in the city tonight – something isn't right. 'It's New York. There are always things that aren't right' Agatha remarks, before asking Wanda if she means magic. 'Well, yes... but more specifically... witchcraft' Wanda reveals.
Wanda tells Agatha that she is glad she decided to buy this place – best thing she could have done. 'For what it cost you, I'm glad you feel that way' Agatha tells Wanda. 'I know you'd prefer I take myself away – to a gingerbread house in the woods, perhaps? A cave in the ground?' Wanda tells Agatha, who states that she was thinking more of a nice house Upstate. 'But I do enjoy gingerbread' she adds.
Agatha tells Wanda that she thinks somewhere away from the city might suit her better. 'You haven't always fared so well around lots of people' she reminds her. Wanda agrees, and tells Agatha that at the same time, she has never been more determined to fare better. 'Besides, in the legends and fairy tales, cabins and caves... are where the bad witches live' Wanda points out from her penthouse apartment the rises high above the buildings nearby.
The moon shines down from above, as Wanda and Agatha's ghost stand at a large window and looks across the city, with Wanda remarking that she loves the view, because she can see New York for all that it is from up here – good and bad, it's spirit, its timbre, and of course its many hues. Pink and green colors hover across the nearby buildings, and Wanda tells Agatha that even as she looks out now, at the night, those auras tell her where good and bad reside. 'Better than a trail of breadcrumbs, I'll say that' Agatha jokes. Agatha asks Wanda how the coffee is, and Wanda tells her that it is delicious. 'I wish you could try it' she adds. 'Yes. Being dead has its drawbacks' Agatha frowns.
The next morning, Wanda wears a black and red new outfit as she walks down a busy street full of people in drab attire going about their business. 'So it begins' Wanda thinks to herself. 'A new life for me? I hope so – a new direction'. Wanda tells herself that she knows for sure that something is amiss in this city and she doesn't even need her “view” of the New York skyline to tell her, nor magic wands or pointy hat or eye of newt and toe of frog – but merely by observing the obvious, sad and still and in plain view. Wanda carries on down the street and admits that she has had some problems in the past. She knows that her life has been a minefield of missteps, mistakes and – she will be the first to admit – even some mental instability.
Wanda looks down at the gutter where two cats lie dead, while Wanda tells herself that her power, the ability she got at birth, allows her to break the laws of physics and scientific absolutes - levitation, transformation, teleportation and such. She has often heard the spells she cast referred to as Chaos Magic, but in actual fact, they are far from “chaotic” - their power and intensity are linked to the energy of Earth and womankind – revered by ancient pagan faiths – feared by men.
'Its name is witchcraft' Wanda declares to herself. She admits that in her past she has ill-used that power, and she is feared because of it. 'But I am the more than the sum of those mistakes. I am better than that' Wanda decides. She resolves to put things right, to right the wrongs when magic – witchcraft – is involved. And not as part of a team. 'Me alone' Wanda decides.
Wanda steps into an NYPD building and asks to speak to Detective Erikson. 'He's the lead investigator on the restaurant murder last night, yes?' Wanda asks a short male officer. 'Yeah, he's the lead. You got a name, sweetheart?' the officer replies. 'Yes, “buttercup,” I do. Wanda Maximoff. Although... you probably know me better by another name' Wand informs the officer.
Shortly, at the Bates Bistro and Bar, on Orchard and Stanton. Wanda stands next to Detective Erikson and surveys the bloodied mess before her. 'So here we are at the crime scene, Ms Maximoff, as you requested. Bagged and dusted. Don't know what all else to tell you' the detective remarks, explaining that they have the killer back at the precinct and he claims to have no recollection of his actions, which is the first step to an insanity plea. 'So I don't blame him' Detective Erikson adds. The detective tells Wanda that as open and shut as this is, he would prefer she used her hocus-pocus to make him explain why he did what he did. 'He says he doesn't know what came over him' Detective Erikson remarks. Wanda asks if he was a busboy here, and the detective confirms that he was, named Hector Gomez. 'Legalized American as of a year ago. Peeling radishes one minute and the next he's peeing the faces off a a couple of diners' Erikson tells Wanda, adding that there were two dead before the staff wrestled Gomez to the ground.
'This wasn't the first crime like this recently, right? Temporary madness, fearsome assault?' Wanda asks. 'You look in your crystal ball to see that?' Erikson asks. 'Yes, while a gypsy violinist played in the background' Wanda remarks sarcastically, before revealing that she simply read it in the newspaper. Erikson informs Wanda that there were two others attacked, one dead and the other ccut up so badly he bets he wished he'd died too. 'And both of the victims were rich?' Wanda asks. Erikson explains that it was a banker dropping off his car, and the valet went nuts. The other was all alone in her apartment when her maid went crazy – so neither victim was hurting for money. Erikson asks Wanda if she thinks there is a link, some kind of magical thing. 'Makes sense' he supposes. Wanda tells Erikson that it is all quite obvious if you look for the signs. Wanda tells Erikson that there is something else in the papers, too, but you just have to walk around to see it firsthand – every cat in Lower Manhattan is mysteriously dying. Strays and pets alike.
Erikson tells Wanda that it is creepy as hell, and informs her that vets think it is some kind of feline virus. 'That magic, too? Cats and witches?' he asks. 'Yes and no. Like you say, a virus...of sorts' Wanda replies, before pink energy glows around her hands, and she offers to give Erikson a quick history lesson. Images are displayed in pink energy, as Wanda informs Erikson that in 1730s, Paris, there occurred what could only be called a cat massacre. She explains that starving aprentices came to view cats, the pampered pets of their masters, as symbols of their own misfortune, and so these boys systematically slaughtered any cat they could find – many hundreds, in fact. Wanda adds that some historians and theorists regard this as the first ember of the fire of revolution that would engulf France decades later. 'However, a witch like myself can see it as something even beyond that' Wanda tells the detective that the cats were a sacrifice, the idea of their slaughter no doubt put into the boys' heads by a poor, starving witch of that time. 'A sacrifice?' Erikson asks. Wanda tells him that the ancient Scots called it a Taigheirm, the killing of cats in order to control Hell – and thereby summon a Sonneillon.
Wanda continues, explaining that it is the magical embodiment of envy, hate, the need to punish. She states that it took time, decades, but once alive to roam Paris, it ultimately incited the masses to revolution. 'And this thing – a Sanollian?' Erikson asks. 'Sonneillon' Wanda corrects him, as Erikson asks if she is saying one has just been conjured in Lower Manhattan. Wanda tells Erikson that this is a part of the city where too frequently nowadays the less fortunate are being driven out by those wealthier and more fortunate enough so, at least, that the same hateful hex could take root. Wanda declares that the killers, all of them, are as innocent as they claim, it is the Sonneillion's hate spreading from one to the next. Erikson tells Wanda that this is not his field of expertise, and asks her if he has this straight – a magical “hate-virus” has been planted in the city.'Exactly. And if unabetted, like any virus, it will spread out even farther' Wanda tells him. Erikson asks who did it, to which Wanda tells him she has no idea, and that is the mystery that will need solving. Erikson asks her if she at least knows who else has been infected, or who the next killer is going to be.
'Who? Why, it's you, Detective Erikson' Wanda announces. 'Why do you think I brought you here – for clues? Latent auras? No. I wanted you away from everyone, and as I'm sure you know, there's nothing lonelier than a crime scene when everyone's left it'. Erikson protests, 'But I'm not – I'm – I don't feel hatred – no envy -' he begins. Wanda reminds him that he was born poor and has worked his way up from the bottom, and although he would never admit it, he does think “adversely” on those he sees as born with a silver spoon. Erikson asks Wanda how she can know all this about him, as they have only just met. 'Have you forgotten? I'm the Scarlet Witch!' Wanda declares, raising her hands towards Erikson, who shouts 'What are you doing?' 'Saving your life' Wanda responds as energy washes over Erikson. Wanda tells him that she is sorry, but that this will hurt. 'Exorcisms always do' Wanda remarks as her energies strike Erikson, and a green burst of energy falls from Erikson – the demonic Sonneillon appears and looms over Wanda, who supposes that it would be smart to decide her next move right about now. Or, rather, her next spell. She knows that she needs to move, too, to stay away from its talons. Wanda leaps backwards as the creature lunges for her.
Wanda lands on her feet, and casts energy upwards, knowing that she has to consider that this Sonneillon was summoned with the magic of ancient Scotland, so she must use a Celtic spell to banish it. The creature turns again and rushes towards Wanda, 'Here, creature!' she calls out to it. 'I evoke the power of exalted Morrigan and I order you to -' but Wanda interrupts herself, she realizes that something is wrong. Energies wash over her, incantations appear before her, and Wanda is distracted, by what she sensed just then, and the Sonneillon hacks at her, knocking her to the floor. But Wanda releases more energy, 'Now...let's end this, shall we?' she calls out to the creature, blasting it with a wave of pink energy. 'Ow. You're right... that really hurt' Detective Erikson remarks as he emerges from the pink energy, the Sonneillon has vanished.
Later, back at Wanda's apartment, on a balcony, Wanda reclined on a chair, while the ghost of Agatha sits on the ledge of the balcony. “Witchcraft is sick. Witchcraft is ailing” she quotes. Agatha remarks that she used to love being all mysterious and witchy, speaking in vague terms and riddles – and she enjoyed how much it irritated Reed Richards. Agatha admits that now she is at the receiving end, she does find it annoying, before asking Wanda how witchcraft can be sick, and whether it needs aspirin.
'The energy flow that exists between a witch and the world around her -' Wanda begins. 'Yes, what of it?' Agatha asks. Wanda explains that in her moment of connection with the demon, she got an “awareness” - a sense of the force at work that unleashed it – and that this is but a single salvo in an ongoing attack. Wanda tells Agatha that witchcraft is being tampered with – weakened – and asks her if she can feel it, too. Agatha replies that she expects that she would have back when she was alive. 'Before you killed me' she adds. 'I keep telling you. That wasn't me' Wanda declares. 'Moving on' Agatha mutters.
Wanda gets up and walks over to Agatha, telling her that she now understands the symbolism of the dream she had this morning – how the Avengers should stay in her past as much as events allow them to, anyway – that she is on her own. 'So you intend to hunt down this threat to the craft, I assume' Agatha tells Wanda, who replies 'Of course'. Agatha asks Wanda if she is sure she wants to take this on – all the spells it may require of her. 'You and I both know the costs' she points out. Wanda tells Agatha that she needs to do this, for witchcraft and for herself, too. 'I need this for me'. She announces that she will find this menace if she has to go around the world or many worlds. 'Whoever it is, wherever they are, they will know what it means...to face the Scarlet Witch'.


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The moon shines down over a costal settlement. A strange, hulking figure moves across the cobblestones, obscured by the shadows, thinking to himself 'Theseus claimed that he killed me. He lied. I live on'.
'Careful. It's here. I know it's here' a man calls out to another, as they also move between the darkened buildings. The strange figure's eyes glow red, as he tells himself that these streets are his labyrinth now, and the night's darkness his maze. 'Wait, what's that noise?' one of the men asks. 'Feet on the ground – no. Hooves – running!' he exclaims. They both look nervous. 'Can you see anything?' the man asks his companion. 'Negative. No. I – can hear it – why can't I see -' he asks urgently, before blood sprays into the night – and across the nearby buildings.
'Yes, Theseus was a liar. I live! I, Minotaur!' the bull-man creature thinks himself as he stands over the gutted remains of the men, the moon glowing down over him.
The Greek island of Santori:Birds fly over the clear water on a glorious day, while a woman with dark hair steps out onto a path and exclaims 'Wanda, my dear... this is a surprise. What brings you here? It's got to be about the Minotaur, right? You're certainly not here for the moussaka'.
'Minotaur? I don't know what you mean. No, my goddess Hekate. I seek your wisdom' Wanda responds. Hekate jokes that she hasn't felt wise in while, but that she will do her best. Hekate motions to a long table covered in food, and tells Wanda 'Food first, though – I have a beautiful grilled goat – lemon and herbs. You'll love it'. Wanda asks Hekate to forgive her, and tells her she is sure it is wonderful, but that she is a vegetarian. Hekate smiles and suggests some wine. 'I have a nice retsina' she offers Wanda, who reveals that she doesn't drink anymore, either, not anymore, as she takes medication. Hekate asks Wanda if she is sick, and narrowing her eyes, Wanda explains that the medication is for treating depression.
Hekate is surprised, and remarks that she thought a witch of Wanda's abilities could wipe out any malady to herself – physical or mental – with a wave of her hand. 'No magic comes without a cost. No curse is without a curse. You know that' Wanda tells Hekate, who asks 'So... no meat or alcohol?' 'Yes. I'm super fun at dinner parties' Wanda responds, before being asked if she likes coffee, or if that is off-limits, too. 'I love coffee' Wanda replies. 'Thank Hera for that' Hekate smiles, before suggesting they go out onto the terrace so Wanda can tell her what is up.
They sit at tables a few feet away from each other, as Wanda tells Hekate that, simply put, she has questions – or, more accurately, concerns – concerns about witchcraft's energies abroad in the world at present. 'And why come to me about it?' Hekate asks. Wanda reminds her that she is the Greek Goddess of Witches. 'So there's that' Wanda adds. Hekate informs Wanda that she hasn't cast a spell in years, and is content to serve her patrons. 'You mean this little cafe?' Wanda asks, examining her surroundings.
Hekate explains that it is all she needs for now. 'Of course, I might change my mind in a year or a week and decide to take over the world again' Hekate remarks, suggesting that she might become a super hero like Venus and her half-brother, Hercules. 'Ares, too, until he died' Hekate adds, pointing out that the Pantheon never stay dead for long. 'I'm sure the God of War and his weird little son, too, for that matter, they'll both set foot in the world anew at some point'. Hekate then asks how Hercules is. 'Still loud and annoying?' Wanda sips her coffee and replies that he is not so bad, but they have never been close, and she has no idea what he has been up to.
Wanda tells Hekate that she needs her wisdom. 'From you as a witch of old – the greatest witch to those who worshipped you' Wanda remarks. 'I haven't been that in a long time' Hekate replies, adding that the people's faith in a god – this one or that – often that belief is what makes the god strong, and it has been many summers since she has smelled the kiss of iron in the air from a blood sacrifice in her name. 'Oh, there's blood in the air, all right, but not for me' Hekate remarks.
'Still – you retain an awareness of witchcraft's energies – the flow of it through the ether?' Wanda asks. 'Perhaps' Hekate replies. 'Then doesn't it feel... broken to you?' Wanda asks. Hekate closes her eyes and pauses. 'Yes' she admits, opening her eyes, she adds that it has for a while now. 'Goddess, is it me? Have the bad things I've done in the past caused this fracture?' Wanda enquires, explaining that she worries this “sickness” within witchcraft is the cause of her fragile mental state. 'As I said, I haven't conjured or foretold in many moons. My ties to the craft lie sleeping like Ares' own dead son' Hekate remarks, adding that because of this, her connection is slight. 'Witchcraft in the world? I have no idea. This island, however? I'm versed enough still that I can sense it here. Something magical abides... and it is dark and it is deadly' Hekate tells Wanda, pointing out that if it is any indication of witchraft far and abroad, then yes, their hallowed art is very much broken.
Wanda asks Hekate about the dark magic she spoke of here on the island. 'The blood in the air – I assume you mean this Minotaur you spoke of earlier?' Wanda asks. Hekate tells her that the island by day is somewhat how it used to be – a place of light and laughter. 'It iis the night that brings the terror' she declares.
Hekate tells Wanda that in the past, the nights too were merriment and music – lovers under the moon, but now the doors and windows are locked sharply as the sun takes its rest – for the Minotaur walks the streets, looking, hunting. Locals. Tourists. One, two. Here, there. The death toll rises. 'Gracious! Why hasn't someone called the Avengers?' Wanda gasps. Hekate replies that she thought someone had, which is why Wanda is here. 'What about the Greek army?' Wanda enquires. 'They came. They failed' Hekate responds. She explains that mercenaries continue to look for it, although less with each that the Minotaur slaughters. 'What about super heroes? Your country has some, surely' Wanda remarks. 'Jon Ajax. Greece's own “Captain America” - they buried him last week' Hekate announces. She informs Wanda that the Minotaur is protected magically, she can feel that, and not the run-of-the-mill spells, either – but rather by broken, tainted witchcraft of the kind that Wanda has described. She adds that by all accounts, the protective aura that it's under renders it invisible to its hunters, so they are blind to attacks.
'So it's the creature of yore brought back from the dead, like Hercules – like, you say Ares might one day' Wanda asks. 'Perhaps' Hekate replies, adding that she feels something's different about it this time. She tells Wanda that she would be grateful if she was able to clean up this mess. 'I would owe you...and a god in your debt – even a lapsed one such as I – is a good thing to have up your sleeve' Hekate declares. Wanda sips some more coffee, before Hekate asks her what it will be. 'It will be dark soon... I think I'll take a stroll' Wanda replies.
The Scarlet Witch walks between the buildings. The pavements are deserted. She passes under a bridge, and in the darkness, red eyes glow. Waves lap at the shore, some water spills up onto the pavement where Wanda is walking. A shadow looms behind her, and Wanda turns. 'Why don't we put a stop to all this silliness...?' she suggests. The Minotaur looms over Wanda, who tells him that she sees him. 'I have the sight. The “Witch's sight”!' Wanda explains, informing the Minotaur that it shows her where he is, invisible or not, hiding or not. 'I see your evil. I see your pain. And more importantly... I see you for who you really are' Wanda declares. 'I... am... Minotaur!' the creature declares. 'No. You've been enchanted somehow. Someone has hexed you. Made you invisible to everyone... but me' Wanda explains. She tells the creature that it has more power, too, the power of the original Minotaur. 'But that's not who you are'. Wanda's eyes glow as she tells him that his real name is William Taurens, also known as Man-Bull, that he was scientifically altered and is a second-rate villain at best.
'I... am... MINOTAUR!' Man-Bull roars, rushing forward at Wanda, who moves out of his way just in time. Wanda realizes that he certainly has the Minotaur's powers, stronger and way faster. She knows Hekate was correct, he has been magically imbued, so Wanda can't defeat him the way he is.
Man-Bull races towards Wanda again, screeching to a halt when she dodges him yet again. He turns to face her, and Wanda tells herself that she needs a distraction, so casts a hex which causes the cobblestones around the Man-Bull to explode upwards at him. But that is all it is – a distraction. She knows it won't stop him, he will keep coming. She decides that what this really requires is something greater still than the magic that empowers him, to defeat the “beast” within. Wanda casts her hands forth and summons a hex from Chuvihani, of her homeland, linked to her by her birth and blood for added power. The spell is also linked to animals, the oneness that her people have always shared, to purge Man-Bull of the rank, base enchantment that envelops him. The hex strikes Man-Bull, who falls backwards, his appearance starts to change. 'My powers – what have you done?' he cries out.
Man-Bull looks at his now human hands: 'I was... I was a god. Born on Crete, the son of Zeus!' he declares. 'At least... that's what I thought... and those were my powers. The might of a god! Now... I'm just William Taurens. Big, ugly Bill from Camden, New Jersey... you made me a freak again! Not a god, a joke! Second-rate... a SECOND RATE FREAK!'
Furious, Man-Bull races forward, and Wanda realizes that she needs one more Roma hex – a protective shield, not strong enough for the Minotaur, but easily enough against Man-Bull – however he doesn't even try to attack Wanda, he just runs past her, declaring that he can't go back. 'Can't go... back' Man-Bull repeats as he races off the edge of the island, and plummets to the water below. Wanda watches and frowns as she sees the Man-Bull carried away in the current.
Dawn, Wanda is on a boat, leaving the island. 'It's not over, is it?' a voice calls out. 'Oh, hello, Agatha. You startled me' Wanda replies. 'So? I'm dead, remember? I have so few pleasures. Allow me some fun' the ghost of Agatha Harkness remarks. 'And now, of course it's not over. Far from it, I'd say' Wanda tells her friend, as Agatha's ghost stands next to Wanda on the boat, as Wanda explains that someone used magic to summon Man-Bull over from the States, give him the powers of a god and sent him on his merry way. 'And you're sure it wasn't Hekate playing you?' Agatha enquires. 'You suspicious old thing' Wanda tells Agatha. 'It's just... she wasn't always such a nice person' Agatha points out. Wanda reminds Agatha that Hekate isn't a “person” but a goddess. Wanda adds that she would have known if it was her, as she is more than content with her homemade tzatziki and grilled goat. 'But it was someone. And that's not what bothers me most...all magic has a cost, as you know... and a good witch, warlock or mage makes sure they pay the cost of the spells they cast' Wanda points out.
Wanda continues: 'I mean, look at me. After today's fun and games... a few more lines and grey hairs for sure. The mirror shows how my spells are aging my soul – how soon I'll die, even if to the outside world I still look young' Wanda tells Agatha, while seeing her true reflection. 'Don't flatter yourself, you don't look that young' Agatha mocks. 'I'll ignore that remark' Wanda replies. 'If you like, I may repeat it later, though' Agatha offers. Wanda laughs and tells Agatha that she loves her.
'So what about the “cost” bothers you?' Agatha enquires. Wanda points out that when a bad witch casts magic, they usually don't pay – they refuse to make the sacrifice – it is everything around them that pays instead, so whoever entranced Man-Bull into thinking he was a god also gave him the strength to take on the Greek Army – which means it took big magic. 'So if whoever is casting it isn't accounting for themselves... then I fear for whatever around them that's making the payment' Wanda adds.
Back on the island of Santori, at Hekate's cafe, her smoldering remains lie in a chair, as the man known as the Emerald Warlock stands nearby and smiles: 'Ha, y'looking tired, Hekate, me old darlin'. Sure 'n have y'self a wee nap'.


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Lagos, Nigeria, where a man in a green suit, with a strip of green in his hair, raises an arm, which levitates a young man into the air. 'Please!' the frightened young man exclaims. 'This is all a misunderstanding! I swear to you, I'm not whoever you think I am!'
The man in the green suit tells him that he is the man – and a right special one, to boot. He reveals that he has been looking for the descendants of those who wronged him – the Tuatha De Denann – and he has been wiping them all off the face of the planet, too. The man in the green suit explains that when the wrong happened back in 600 BC, those Irish wizards – 'Your forefather n'his pals – well, y'can imagine – lot of multiplication over all'a years'.
The man suspended in the air looks frightened, while the man in green introduces himself as the Emerald Warlock and explains that this was long before he called himself that. 'Honestly I've lost track of how many'a ya's I've sent to the great beyond. Tens of thousands. And all o'ya the same - “not me”, “I'm innocent”! Yeah, I heard it all!' the Emerald Warlock declares.
The Emerald Warlock tells his captive that he is paying for the past, for what his ancestors did to him and his mother and brothers. 'Not that I cared so much about m'brothers, If I'm perfectly honest' the Emerald Warlock muses.
'PLEASE!' the young man pleads. The Emerald Warlock tells him not to cheapen himself and to die like a man, and be thankful he hasn't a family for him to kill along with him. 'I'm by no means a kind man, but killing babies – it's na' something I do with any joy. Tho' I've done it enough' the Emerald Warlock reveals, before telling the young man that he is the last, the very last, which is what makes him special. 'I'm done hunting. I've wiped the bloodlines of every wayward fella crossed me back then' the Emerald Warlock explains. He calls his  captive Douglas Sotinwa and tells him that he knows a bit about him, that he has done his homework. 'You're a young laddie full of hope for the guture. Gotb y'eye on being a pilot. You like the wild blue yonder, I'm thinking' the Emerald Warlock remarks.
The Emerald Warlock tells Douglas Sotinwa that he will give him that as a last wish. But he is guessing that his wish at this moment is to not die at all. 'But that ain't in the cards, no'. The Emerald Warlock announces that this is the best he can offer. 'Bye now' he calls out as he raises Douglas higher and higher into the air. The frightened young man cries, wide-eyed he is raised higher and higher. The Emerald Warlock looks up and tells himself that it is done, and now all he has left for himself is to exact revenge on the place where it all happened – Ireland.
'Dublin.. .is not what I imagined' Wanda Maximoff a.k.a. the Scarlet Witch remarks as she walks through the international airport, pulling her suitcase behind her. Passengers in the terminal look at her. A man smiles, while the woman next to him frowns. Wanda adds that this is all based on her first impression, anyway, and remarks that the airport is all very modern. She supposes that it is the tourism industry wanting everyone to think it is still like that old John Wayne film, “The Quiet Man”. 'All green fields, drunken poets and old ladies in shawls' Wanda adds, deciding that if these surroundings are anything to go by, the Ireland of Yeats and Joyce are long ago and far away.
'Good to know' a voice replies – the voice belongs to the ghost of Agatha Harkness, who hovers alongside Wanda. 'Now, not that I don't adore your musings and introspective sound bites... but can you tell me why we are here again?' 'Well, I can tell you why I'm here, Agatha, but what I'm not so clear about... is why are you here?' Wanda replies.
As Wanda stands on a moving pathway that carries her through part of the terminal, Agatha hovers alongside her still and asks 'What was I going to do otherwise, float around your apartment and terrorize the cleaner?'
'Poor Rosita. It really isn't funny what you put her through' Wanda replies. 'I'm a ghost, remember? Thanks to you. My pleasures are few' Agatha declares. Agatha then tells Wanda that the main reason she is with her is that she sensed she should be, and at the moment, that id all she knows. 'Fine' Wanda replies, before thanking Agatha, adding 'In answer to your question – which I'm surprised you need answered at all – it's not like it hasn't been all over the news... Ireland is dying' Wanda declares. She informs Agatha that Ireland is dying, and tells Agatha that suddenly, every aspect of Ireland's economy that's derived from the land is failing. She reveals that fields all over the country have gone fallow, and mines – aluminum, zinc and lead – are suddenly full of lethal gases no pumps can clear. Cattle are dying, no meat or milk exports. 'All at once and all of a sudden'.
They are off the moving walkway now, and Agatha asks Wanda if she suspects witchcraft. 'I know it. Broken witchcraft, bad witchcraft. All that I've sworn to cure'. Wanda adds that even here, this modern airport, she feels the old ways. Wanda remarks that the country has always been rife with magic, at least in terms of story and legend. She adds that she wonders what they would say, people here, if they knew so many of their myths had a good amount of reality to them. 'Probably just nod their heads and order another pint, the lot of them' Agatha suggests. They arrive outside and as they approach a taxi, Agatha remarks that it doesn't feel very magical here. 'Agatha Harkness? For shame. When did you become such a grumpy old hag?' Wanda enquires. Wanda declares that Dublin is full of the art, light and dark both – she can feel the energy flowing through her – she could from the moment she got off the plane. 'Hmph' Agatha grumbles. 'That's all you've got?' Wanda asks, glancing at her former mentor. Wanda then tells her that this isn't where they need to be, and suggests they see what the countryside has to offer. 'Oh. You know where you are going?' Agatha enquires. 'No. But I know where the magic is leading me' Wanda replies.
As they leave in the taxi, the Emerald Warlock steps out of the terminal, 'An' darlin'... where you’re led, I'll follow along' he declares.
Two hours south of Dublin, in County Wexford. Wanda and Agatha stand near a brick fence and examine the dry, desolate landscape around them, while the taxi driver waits nearby. 'Actually, thinking about it, this would have been the Ireland you envisaged, Wanda. Green. Bucolic' Agatha declares. 'But looking at it now -' Wanda begins. 'Now? You weren't exaggerating – looks like a plague's swept through it' Agatha points out. Agatha reminds Wanda that she asked her earlier why they are here, and that Wanda answered. 'But I'll ask you again. Why here? This road, this field...where there's nothing but desolation?' Agatha asks. Wanda sees visions of battle and tells Agatha that is not true, as there are memories of a battle fought. She suggests they keep driving, not much further though, as they are close.
'I don't care what's going on, girly... you're not having my bar!' a bartender exclaims as he wipes a glass from behind the bar. Wanda stands at the bar, while a patron sitting at the bar watches her, as do other men who are in the bar drinking. The bar is called the Fallen Woman. 'Sir, I assure you, I have no designs on your establishment. I just need to be on this site for a short time so I can address the spell that ails the land. My name is -' Wanda begins, as the bartender scowls and exclaims 'I know who y'are. Red Witch. Scarlet Witch. N'I know what'cha done in the past – y'evil, so y'are'.
Wanda frowns and tells the bartender that she would like the past to stay there, if it is all the same to him. She assures him that she is here to help him and those around him, near and far away – the whole of Ireland. The bartender just leers at Wanda as he tells her that she will get into some magical barny and level his pub in the process. 'I watch the news, I seen it happen with me own eyes'. While a vision appears in her mind of one of those caught up in the battle, Wanda announces that this is the location where whatever is hurting the country is emanating from. She adds that the devastation has his root here, on this spot.
But the bartender declares that his place has been nothing to no one for as long as it has stood there. 'No, something happened here – a battle back centuries past that's somehow tied to what's going on all over Ireland now' Wanda explains. 'Even the name of your pub - “the Fallen Woman” -' Wanda begins, before the bartender interrupts her, announcing that it is named after a lady of the evening who perhaps took a drink or a fella here herself back in the day. 'Is that what you think? I guess I would, too. No... I believe she fell in battle' Wanda announces, as a vision of the horrific battle appears in her mind. 'Well, I don't care where she fell – in a fight or down the steps – I'll not have you in here, doing whatever it is you've a mind ta' the bartender declares, pointing a finger at the Scarlet Witch.
Suddenly, an older man who was sitting at the bar addresses the bartender as Finn and tells him not to be such an old tosspot. 'She's an Avenger, ain't she? She's going to do what she's going to do n'matter what ye say, so show her some grace, why don'cha?' he suggests to the bartender, who just grunts and turns away. Wanda thanks the older man, who introduces himself as Sean, adding that most people call him Sully. 'You o'course need no introduction' he adds. 'Ms. Maximoff' Sully grins.
As the vision in Wanda's head appears again – rabid men riding equally rabid horses – Wanda tells Sully that she has to undo the plague. She adds that the good thing about plague spells is that there is a flow to them, back and forth like a tide. Wanda states that she will plant a strong enough healing hex, and then this country will bounce back as quickly as it fell to whatever is hurting it. Sull declares that he will have himself a wee dram and watch Wanda do it, if it's all the same. 'Watch m'property is all I ask' Finn scowls. Sully tells Wanda not to listen to the bartender and to go ahead with her witchy ways. 'Just be mindful o' the glasses n' chairs' the bartender asks. 'You can do it, Wanda' Agatha's ghost utters as she hovers next to Wanda. 'Just close your eyes' she tells her. Wanda does so, and thinks that this spell could be her ennd – and every spell taking days and years from her. The bigger, the worse it is, and this hex is a mighty hex indeed. Wanda starts to raise her arms, and starts to utter the spell. She begins to shape the triquetra with her gestures, and tries not to think of her own peril, while nearby, the horrid beings edge closer to the Fallen Woman.
'I am a witch. A good witch! And this, the world will know... even at the cost of my own life' Wanda declares, moving her arms in front of her, crimson energy glows, while Agatha looks at a wall of the tavern which is knocked down.
'Cosaint!' Wanda exclaims as the horrors arrive in the tavern. 'Wanda, your healing spell -' Agatha calls out. 'M'bar! God, woman! Look what'chuv done!' Finn exclaims. 'Never mind that! Stay with me, I'll shield -' Wanda begins, before telling the others not to worry, as she has this. 'Spell and defense – both – I can do bo-' Wanda exclaims, when one of the horrors strikes out, firing a blast of energy towards Wanda, who raises a shield just in time. 'Wanda!' Agatha exclaims. 'Wanda! Are ye -' Sully begins to ask. Wanda declares that she is fine. Agatha watches the intruding spirits and informs Wanda that she recognizes them as the Slugah - “Irish Sinners”, as they were known, and they ride in the night. 'Well, they can keep on riding' Wanda responds through gritted teeth.
Wanda casts another hex, and the Slugah suddenly look confused, stopping in their tracks. Outside, grass suddenly grows, as do plants, and cows appear in fields, while the Slugah start to dissolve, shocked expressions across their angry faces. But when the spell is over, and the Slugah have vanished completely, Wanda, Agatha and the locals stand amongst the ruins of the Fallen Woman. 'My pub. I bleedin' knew you'd -' Finn begins. 'That's my girl' Agatha tells Wanda. 'I did it' Wanda declares. 'Aye, so you did' Sully remarks. Wanda closes her eyes, before opening them, and announcing 'No. I didn't'. Sully and Finn gather around her, as Wanda explains that she lifted the curse from Ireland, and they will know for sure when the sun rises. 'Still...' Wanda's voice trails off. 'Yes, Wanda? What?' Agatha asks. Wanda reveals that Slugah are known for acts of malice, sure, but she feels there was someone at work here. 'Who's she talking to?' Finn asks Sully. 'Not a blessed clue' the older man replies.
Wanda declares that someone is at work, controlling these entities, someone with the agenda to punish this land for a past wrong. Wanda wonders how the battle long ago – the woman who fought in it – who was lost or fell fits into Ireland now, she isn't sure. 'Yes, who's behind this?' Agatha asks. Wanda points out that that is the question. She is certain it is a witch, so can think of only one place to find the answer. 'The Witches' Road!' Agatha exclaims. 'Exactly' Wanda replies. She adds that if this is the dark work of a fellow witch, then the road will lead them to her. 'Better than my following a trail of energy around the world like a hound who caught the scent of a fox' Wanda decides. Agatha explains that she has not been able to go there alone since her death, but that if Wanda opens the doorway to the path, she can follow her. 'Then step lively, old woman... and let's see where this takes us' Wanda declares as she opens the portal, and steps into a strange, twisted realm.
Wanda feels queasy as she enters the Witches' Road. 'I suppose that way I rarely -' she thinks to herself, before a voice calls out to her: 'Hello...do I know you? You look familiar' this other person asks as she appears before Wanda. Wanda trudges through the muck-like ground, 'I'm not sure, it does seem as if – I'm Wanda' Wanda calls out, while the other woman comes into the light, and announces that she is known by many names, although most notably – the Scarlet Witch!


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'Although I'm a witch... I confess the Witches' Road isn't a path I've walked too often' Wanda Maximoff a.k.a. the Scarlet Witch thinks to herself as she stands in a swamp-like landscape. The ghost of Agatha Harkness hovering over her, and a woman wearing a red gypsy costume stands several feet away. Wanda admits to herself that the Witches' Road scares her – but, fearful or not, here she stands upon it today in search of a great evil p the witch who cast the wasting curse that crippled Ireland. She looks at the woman standing before her, who asks '...do I know you? You look familiar'.
Wanda questions whether this woman is a vision, an illusion meant to challenge her fragile sanity. 'I'm not sure, it does seem as if -' Wanda starts to reply, while Agatha warns her to be careful what she says. 'I'm Wanda' Wanda announces, knowing that she has never met this woman before. 'And yet, I'm certain – that it's my mother who stands before me' Wanda tells herself, as the other woman announces that she is known by man names, but most notable, the Scarlet Witch.
'Agatha?' Wanda asks, and the ghost informs Wanda that it is her mother – her real, true mother. 'She's so beautiful' Wanda utters. 'Yes, she was. With a bright, golden soul' Agatha replies, before Wanda asks Agatha why she never told her. 'Quite simply, my dear... it wasn't your time to know' Agatha explains, as the woman calling herself the Scarlet Witch introduces herself again, this time as Natalya Maximoff.
'Natalya... you said I look familiar. Does that mean you know who I am?' Wanda asks. Agatha warns her again, that time is vague on the Witches' Road, and that if this is Wanda's mother from an earlier era, foreknowledge given here might change events in the future, while if Natalya is a ghost, shocking her with the truth unknown will bring harm to her. Agatha suggests to Wanda that she treat Natalya as a stranger. 'Why does it seem like I've already met you, Wanda?' Natalya asks, adding that she can tell Wanda is important. 'But – you're more than that to me...aren't you?' Natalya asks.
'I'm your – I'm -' Wanda starts to say, while Agatha tries to stop her. 'A relative. A distant relative – my name is Maximoff, too, and our people travel – so perhaps at one time long ago we were...family' Wanda explains. 'I don't know why I'm here...certainly no idea why you are...but I know I have to protect you from something. A threat you won't be able to defeat yourself' Natalya explains, admitting that even that she doesn't completely understand, as she can sense that Wanda is a mighty witch in her own right. 'You know where you are, of course' Natalya adds. The two woman start to walk side by side, as Wanda replies that she is on the Witches' Road, the plane of existence where only those such as they can tread. 'Yes, but there are forks in the road...some lead to light and others to darkness' Natalya remarks, before Wanda asks her if the world knows about her. 'I've never heard of another Scarlet Witch before' Wanda tells her.
Natalya is surprised by the question, and points out that Wanda is Roma, like her, so she knows how distrusted they are, and as witches, too, they are doubly feared. 'I operate from the shadows' Natalya reveals, adding that there are some who know of her – Ulysses Bloodstone and his colleague the Eternal called Makkari, but to most of Europe, where she operates, she is but a myth, a whisper.
Natalya asks why she has such intense feelings towards Wanda, who smiles and tells Natalya that she is happy, too. 'Meeting y-' she starts to say, before Natalya interrupts her, warning Wanda to stand back, as she senses a presence, a mulo of some kind. Natalya raises a hand and fiery energy glows around it. 'Come out, creature! Monster! Whatever foulness you are!' she orders, and a large hairy being with goat like horns steps out of the shadows, growling as Natalya exclaims 'Come out and face the Scarlet Witch!' the creature looms over Natalya, who exclaims that it is a Mahrime Beast, and unleashes a surge of energy, which wraps around the creature like a snake.
The creature struggles to break free, but Natalya Maximoff's power restrains it, and she warns the creature that they are not done, as the first hex was just to weaken it, and this one will end it. She casts an incantation, and releases more magic towards the horrid creature, who recoils backwards, then vanishes. 'Amazing' Wanda utters as she watches Natalya Maximoff in action.
'There. It's done' Natalya announces. 'And now it's up to you' she tells Wanda, warning her to be careful, for there is greater danger than this ahead. 'And y- oh. How sad... how silly. It's only as I fade from you that I sense who you are...' Natalya remarks as she starts to vanish as well. She gazes at Wanda and tells her that although, in her time, she has met no man, Wanda is yet to even be born. '...my rinkini chikni – yes. You, my beautiful daught-' Natalya utters, before she completely fades form view, leaving Wanda to stare at the spot where the mysterious other “Scarlet Witch” was only moments ago standing.
'Oh, Agatha – that was my mother – I... I wanted to speak...' Wanda tells Agatha, who floats alongside her as they travel down the dark swampy path. Agatha informs Wanda that Natalya's spirit is eternal. 'I promise you, you'll get the chance to chat at the campfire and eat roast hedgehog or whatever much you people call fine dining'. Wanda ignores that comment, and as she touches a thorny branch along the path, remarks that Natalya called herself the Scarlet Witch. 'Did you think you were the first?' Agatha asks her. 'Honestly, I never thought about it' Wanda admits, adding that it came into her head fully formed, the moment she realized her powers – she knew she was the Scarlet Witch. 'As was the case with your mother, and her mother before her' Agatha explains, before reminding Wanda that she now has a task at hand, and suggests to her that she keep that in mind. 'Yes, Agatha. You're right, of course... you mean bitch' Wanda replies, smiling at Agatha. 'I love you too, my dear' Agatha responds, before informing Wanda that something troubles her, as the monster her mother fought was a phooka – Irish again, and she is guessing that Wanda's mother came to fight it instead of Wanda because it was summoned here by a time-lost spell.
'Meaning?' Wanda asks. Agatha explains that it means time used as a lock, an added defense so the spell can't be undone by someone in the present – a magical “booby trap” only an ancient witch would know such a thing – and Irish. Agatha declares that there is only one person she can think of who has these traits, not a witch, but a warlock. 'But I thought he was...' Agatha's voice trails off, while Wanda points out that the briars of the path are certainly changing into something a male's energy would craft. 'Behold! A vision awaits us!' Wanda exclaims as they see a battle playing out before them. A figure in a green suit is standing nearby, 'Ah, aye. M'family's barny with the Wizards of Tuatha de Danann. Pretty picture, eh?' the Emerald Warlock remarks. 'Delightful' Wanda frowns. 'Declan! Declan Dane. Oh, I hoped I was wrong a moment ago when I thought you might be behind this' Agatha declares as she faces the Emerald Warlock, adding that he looks the same as she remembers. 'N'you look dead, Agatha, me ol' darlin'. Still, pleasure to see you too' the Emerald Warlock responds. Agatha points out that she didn't say it was a pleasure to see him, at least not until she knows why he is behind this.
Energy glows around Wanda's hand as she forms a hex, 'So this is all your doing...Declan Dane, the Emerald Warlock' she declares, adding that she has long heard of him, and remarking that she is surprised it has taken this long for their paths to cross. 'Took both of us being on the Witches' Road for it to happen tho', eh? Fate, I call it' the Emerald Warlock replies, adding that would be, if he hadn't been avoiding the Scarlet Witch like the plague until he was sure he was up to the task of meeting her.
'So it wasn't fate, but design' the Scarlet Witch remarks, standing before the Emerald Warlock. 'Aye' he confirms, adding that he had been keeping the Scarlet Witch at arm's length until hr had amassed enough power to easily defeat her, but he kept his ehe on her though, and reveals that he was right under her nose – the man at the pub in Ireland, Sean – or Sully as he was called – that was Declan. Wanda suddenly looks uneasy, and remarks that she feels pain. She asks the Emerald Warlock what he is doing to her. 'Why, ain't it obcious, Wanda Maximoff? With you aging minute by moment... I'm killing you' Declan announces, as Wanda's form starts to wither rapidly. 'WANDA!' Agatha screams, but she can't help, as Declan has trapped her in a mystic sphere. 'So it's just you 'n me, sweetheart' Declan grins.
The Emerald Warlock tells Wanda that it breaks his heart to see her age so, but that is how she is destined to go, so it is the way of it. 'What is this all about! Why... me? Why Ireland?' Wanda asks. The Emerald Warlock reminds Wanda that she saw what happened back in the day, explains that is his mother, the great dark warrior sorceress Carman, being defeated by the four mages who called themselves the Tuatha de Danann. 'This, back when we tried ta' conquer Ireland'. The four Tuatha de Danann appear as images, and the Emerald Warlock explains that they captured his mother and exiled he and his brothers across the sea, to America, although it wasn't called that back then, and his mother died of a broken heart in County Wexford where they had her imprisoned, and he and his brothers were the Dub N'dother, and he went by Dian back then until he chose a better name for himself. The Emerald Warlock remarks that he loves power, having it, he always has, so early on when they were in the new land, he killed his brothers and took what powers they had as his own, and in the time away, as he grew in power, so the Tuatha de Danann spread their seed throughout the world.
The Emerald Warlock continues, explaining that he wanted to make Ireland pay. 'But the way things worked – the spell of banishment -' he begins, as Wanda realizes that he couldn't return to Ireland until all the Tuatha de Danann bloodlines were ended. 'Oh, you worked that out, eh? Well, from all my observations, I figured ya for a smart girl, so I shouldn't be surprised' the Emerald Warlock declares, his eyes glow green and he grins as he declares that in a nutshell, he just finished off the mages' bloodlines, the last one, a scared wee fella, from Africa. 'But him dying – that gave me Ireland'. He adds that he used the power he had to drain Ireland of its energy and worth, made it pay. Wanda's hunched form points out that the country had no part in his exile, it was the wizards. 'IT WAS ALL OF IT!' the Emerald Warlock shouts as a large green image of himself appears above his physical form. Declan warns Wanda that she had made him angry, and claims that he doesn't like showing that side of himself. 'All right, you hate Ireland, I get that. So why didn't you try to stop me in Ireland when you had the chance... when you were in the guise of Sully?' Wanda asks.
The Emerald Warlock admits that he has asked himself that same thing, and supposes that he was a bit taken with Wanda, as she is so powerful and yet so broken and flawed, too. 'I suppose I wanted to see what y'were capable of' he explains.
'Fine!' Wanda retorts, asking the Emerald Warlock why he is trying to kill her. The Emerald Warlock's eyes glow green once more and he tells Wanda that is because she is good and he is bad – as simple as Shakespeare. He adds that with Wanda dead, he will curse Ireland all over again. The Emerald Warlock explains that their powers come at a cost, at least for a white witch like Wanda. 'Your powers have taken years off your life' he points out as Wanda's aged form sits before him. 'Aging your soul, more accurately, when you look in the mirror, must be a disgusting thing, I imagine' he adds, to which Wanda announces that she has gotten used to it. 'Well, you won't have to – not now that I'm draining you of ye power. Soon, m'dear, you'll be as dead as Ireland... and I'll be all the stronger' the Emerald Warlock boasts.
Wanda starts to cough, and tells the Emerald Warlock that he is right, the cost of using her powers means her destiny is to die young – but not today. Suddenly, she reverts back from the frail, elderly form to her true self, pink energy glows around her as she gets to her feet and points out that the Emerald Warlock certainly likes to talk. 'Well, whether I like it or not, I am Irish' the Emerald Warlock remarks, before asking Wanda how she is doing this, how she is young again. More pink energy crackles around the Scarlet Witch and she tells the Emerald Warlock that as she recalls the legend of Carman, they are actually Greek, but decides to let that one slide. 'The thing is...as we talked or you talked – we've also both walked a good way. Or rather...I led you' Wanda points out, announcing that there was a fork in the path, and that Declan didn't notice them taking it. She tells him that they were in the realm of Cernunnos, the Celtic diety, male, one of the few with any true power. 'But look around now. The thorns of that place are no more!' Wanda exclaims as her pink energy approaches the Emerald Warlock's green energy.
Wanda informs the Emerald Warlock that she has led him to the world of the mother goddess – Cerridwen, Oya, Nicneven – she could go on, but she is sure he knows the list himself. Wanda declares that it is here that she is strong, any female witch who knows how to walk the pathways is, whereas in this place, man, even an immortal one like the Emerald Warlock, is helpless. 'And it's me who has taken your power!' Wanda announces, as the Emerald Warlock looks horrified, 'It was all an illusion, Dane' Wanda tells him. 'No...' the horrified Emerald Warlock utters. 'No! I won't be denied. I... I am the EMERALD WARLOCK!' he booms as the green form that hovered over him infuses Dane with power, which he casts towards the Scarlet Witch in spectacular display. 'And I am the SCARLET WITCH' Wanda responds calmly, as she stands her ground, untouched by the Emerald Warlock's aggressive power, her pink energies crackling around her. 'Not a scratch on you, eh. Not a line on your pretty face' the Emerald Warlock remarks. 'Clever girl' he tells Wanda. He smirks and tells Wanda that one thing he noticed all these years that Wanda has been in the world is that she has never had someone she would call an archenemy. 'Well, you do now' the Emerald Warlock scowls, before he vanishes, leaving Wanda to watch his green glow disappear on the Witches' Road.
'So you just let Dane escape' Agatha remarks to Wanda as she floats alongside her as Wanda walks through Dublin Airport. 'Well, it's not like I had a whole lot of control over the matter' Wanda points out. 'Women's realm or not, he's still the “Emerald Warlock”...as he likes to yell at the top of his lungs, apparently'. Wanda adds that even defeated in the Goddess Realm he still retained some power. They stop at a window, and Wanda points out that when they do finally have some kind of true magic battle or arch-encounter, as they inevitably will, there is no forgone conclusion as to who will be the victor. 'The one thing I do know...we talked about the myths of Ireland and how so many of them are real' Wanda adds. 'Yes' Agatha tells her. 'Banshees' Wanda remarks. 'Female spirits akin to fairies, but far darker. Their screams fortell death' Agatha explains, while Wanda points out that they are said to sometimes take the form of hares, stoars and hooded crows. 'Look' she tells Agatha, as outside, hovering over the airport, a countless number of crows. 'I cannot hear its scream...' Wanda begins. '...but I feel that death draws close'.


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Wanda Maximoff a.k.a. the Scarlet Witch casts a hex as she hovers above the ground. She wonders why she is so nervous. Her lips are dry, her hands shake even as she casts the drawing hex. She supposes that it is because of what is at stake – a man's heart. His soul – and the hope that his wings may once again take flight, as nearby, a forlorn man with angel-like wings hangs his head and looks terribly unhappy.
Three Hours Earlier:Wanda casts a hex as several armed men confront her in Paris. She tells herself that the term “Apache” was coined around 1900 for certain Parisian street gangs – gangs renowned for their savagery, their name taken from the mighty warriors of the American plains – Les Apaches Nouveaux. Wanda reminds herself that they were also apparently quite good dancers, but she has no idea about the footwork of this new cabal who take their name from this city's past. Hostages cower nearby, as Wanda tells herself that she must show these thugs that it takes more than some hi-tech toys and a disregard for the law to make them even a footnote in history. This isn't hard for Wanda. A heka spell of depowering from ancient Egypt is used against them, coupled with a tribal hand sign spell from the American plains Indians to induce sleep. 'There' Wanda announces as the members of Les Apaches Nouveaux fall to the floor. 'Or I suppose I should say...' Wanda thinks to herself as she declares 'C'est fini'.
As local police officers lead the thugs out of the building, a plain-clothed officer approaches the Scarlet Witch and thanks her. 'We are not used to someone of your stature helping us with our problems' he points out. Wanda addresses him as Inspector Joubert and tells him that she knows Paris has its own heroes. 'Please, call me Marc' the Inspector replies. 'Marc... I was here on a mission of my own – advice from one of my colleagues -' Wanda begins. 'An Avenger?' Marc enquires. 'No, a witch. Nothing to do with Les Apaches Nouveaux, though. No, I was merely passing by' Wanda explains. 'As you say, the right place at the right time' Marc comments. 'Or the wrong place and wrong time if you were a member of that gang, I suppose' Wanda smiles.
Marc informs Wanda that the city is light on the super hero front at the moment. He reveals that Les Heroes de Paris have vanished – where, no one knows, and their elite government unit, the Musketeers, is out of the country, while the vigilante swordswoman La Guillotine, he knows for a fact is in Marseille causing mayhem. 'And as for our most well-known hero international -' Marc begins. 'Let me guess, Le Peregrine, right? The one who flies?' Wanda interrupts. 'That isn't grammatically correct, not in France – here he's called Le Faucon Pelerin – and I'm sorry to say that currently... he doesn't fly at all' Marc reveals.
Shortly:'Alain? Alain Racine?' Wanda calls out as she approaches a winged man standing on the edge of a rooftop in the city. 'Oh. Hello. What are you doing here?' the unhappy Le Peregrine asks as he turns and sees the Scarlet Witch walking towards him. Wanda asks him if he knows who she is, and he replies 'Of course. Everyone knows you. You're La Sorciere Ecarlate – the Scarlet Witch'.
Wanda tells him that she is still getting used to being recognized, and adds that she had no idea she was known here. 'Regardless, how  can I help you? I'm busy at the moment' Alain declares. 'Well, if I might beg to differ on that statement... I hope it's I who can help you' Wanda replies, asking Alain if it is true that he has been far from busy. Alain glances downwards, before looking up and revealing that he cannot fly. 'I have not taken to the sky since... without flight what am I? A man – no more or less than anyone No, less. I am nothing' Alain declares.
Wanda moves closer to him and asks him to tell her what happened to make him this way. 'Why do you care?' Alain enquires. 'Because I'm a human being' Wanda responds. Alain looks away from her and hangs his head, before looking back at her and asking how much she knows about him, about who he is and what his powers are.
'I know you're an aerial hero. Your wings give you the power of flight, much like our current Captain America -' Wanda replies, as Alain interrupts her: 'Sam Wilson. Who used to be the Falcon, yes? I suppose we are alike'. Alain explains that the way they are different is that his wings are linked to his brain – specifically his mind and thoughts. He adds that it is not as if he can simply take them off and hand them to someone else, if he ever retired. Alain informs Wanda that his origin is a strange one – that he is a writer by profession, and he was seeking research and went looking for one thing, and found something else entirely...these wings. 'Or they found me, perhaps. I chose to use them for good'. He recalls finding the winged skeleton in the tomb, while Wanda tells him that from what she knows, he has quite the skill as an investigator, one man, him, with light as his only power, has saved his country on countless occasions. 'You're considered France's greatest hero' Wanda declares. 'Yes, I'm the best we could do. I don't know whether to be proud or ashamed' Alain replies, adding that he supposes he has done all right, and that he is sure he has saved Paris from total destruction at least once. 'And yet... when... when she needed me. I couldn't save Adele' Wanda asks who Adele is, and Alain reveals that she was his wife. His beautiful wife. 'I met her – I saw her -' he begins.
Flashback images, narrated in the present:'- the first time I saw her, she was on the runway... Paris Fashion Week. She was a model, lovely. My heart was hers from that first moment'. Alain recalls, remembering setting his eyes on Adele as she and other models strutted down the catwalk while photographers clicked their cameras at them. 'And she loved me. She told me she too was mine from the moment our eyes met' Alain adds.
Present:'You were there as Le Peregrine?' Wanda enquires. 'That's the thing, it wasn't what you might think – her a model and me a celebrity super hero. No costume or wings to impress her' Alain replies.
Alain was just there, writing a piece on what it's like backstage at a show. There were so many girls back there, so much beauty, and it all faded to nothing when she came into view. Alain remembers that it wasn't the thing about Adele – it was her greater beauty within. How much she cared about politics and the world. Adele loved books. She was always reading, they were always arguing, too – nothing serious, but Adele saw the merits in the works of many writers and he being a jealous writer himself rarely saw the good in any of them. 'We never went to bed angry, though'.
Alain hangs his head as he declares that he loved Adele so much. Wanda asks Alain what happened, how his wife died. 'It happened the day after the attacks here in the city' Alain replies, explaining that there was so much fear, so much confusion, and he was everywhere, trying to be, anyway, as the hunt was on for the rest of the perpetrators. 'I'm sure you know. It was on the news everywhere' Alain tells Wanda.
Flashback images, narrated in the present:'Adele was driving out of the suburbs to check on a friend. A postal van collided with her car... and I lost her' Alain announces, recalling Adele's body, slumped forward through the car windscreen, blood pouring out of the car.
Present:Wanda tells Alain that she is really sorry, but that she doesn't quite understand how that affects his flying. Alain hangs his head and declares that he should have been there. He tells Wanda that he knows it is ridiculous to think this way, he does. 'I was so busy elsewhere – instead of being with her. Why wasn't I driving? Why wasn't I flying by to swoop down and save her?' he wonders. 'When I've saved so many, why couldn't I have been there for her?' He then explains that he comes up here, to this roof, that roof, all over, and stands and mourns, and tries to take to the air, but his mind won't let him – his wings won't work. 'I feel impotent' Alain announces. Alain reveals that it has crossed his mind more than once to just take a step over the side and visit the pavement – for if there is an afterlife, he will see his sweet Adele, and if there isn't, then he will be free of this torment at least. He wishes that he could see Adele again, tell her how sad and sorry he is that she is gone and that he couldn't be there when she needed him. 'Do you think that would heal you?' Wanda asks. 'Honestly... I have no idea' Alain admits.
'Let me see what I can do' Wanda offers. She raises her hands and pink energies glow around them as she moves her hands about, gracefully casting spells. She thinks to herself that Paris has its many ghosts, so she hopes hers decides to show herself. 'I use a spell of summoning...you who lived yesterday...I'll call you from my mind to yours! Come back from shadows into the light...and show yourself here!' Wanda calls out as her energies give way, and Alain's eyes suddenly go wide, he gives a smile, 'Adele!' he exclaims.
'Alain...' utters the naked Adele as she appears between the whirling pink energies cast forth by Wanda. 'Adele, my love, I can't believe – I hoped, but -' Alain begins, while Wanda informs him that he doesn't have long. 'My power is only strong enough so that she will remain a moment or two' Wanda adds. Adele looks at Alain and tells him to listen: 'You can't become this – a lost man mourning me. You must go on' she tells him. 'Without you, what's the point?' Alain asks. 'In fact, knowing you're here – a spirit – that there is an existence beyond this one... it shows me the way -!' Alain exclaims as he rushes to the edge of the rooftop. 'No!' Wanda and Adele cry out in unison. 'ALAIN!!!!' Adele screams, as he leaps off the edge, 'You idiot!' Wanda declares.
Wanda casts another spell which creates a forcefield under and in front of Alain, causing him to drop back onto the rooftop, preventing him from leaping to certain doom. 'Do you think I did this as an invitation for you to end your life?' Wanda asks Alain. 'Have you any idea how much a spell like this – summoning your wife's spirit back from the afterlife – has cost me?' Wanda declares. 'Every hex takes time off my life. This... is my life-span. Nice, “oui”?' Wanda reveals, showing an older, haggard, version of herself in an illusion. Adele tells her husband that this isn't the way, not to happiness and not to her heart. Alain tells Wanda that he is sorry, and that that was ungrateful of him. 'It's just that I miss you so much, Adele. Life without you is meaningless' Alain declares. Adele asks Alain what it was that Wanda just called him – an idiot, and tells him that she is right, he is a fool. Adele announces that she isn't going anywhere, and states that there is an expression - “Vous etes un mort depuis longtemps de temps”, and that she will still be waiting for Alain when it is time for him to cross over.
'But until then, you have a destiny... you have to save -' Adele begins, while Wanda utters another spell to keep the portal open, Alain interrupts Adele – 'France? Protect and save? To hell with France – to hell with everyone. I want you, Adele'.
Adele hangs her head and replies that the man she loves would never speak the way – the man she will one day hold in her arms again. 'I'm sorry, my love. And you, Wanda. I'm sorry. As Adele says, I'm not myself' Alain declares as he stands up. 'Well, you are yourself when it comes to interrupting me when I'm saying something...in that regard you haven't changed at all'. Adele then finishes what she was trying to tell Alain before – that he must save the world. Adele points out that heroes' values waxes and wanes, but that for one brief moment, Alain Racine will be Earth's greatest champion – he will encounter a grave thrat to this planet and he will save everyone. 'When?' Alain asks. 'Find out for yourself. I can't do everything for you' Adele replies. 'You minx' Alain smiles. 'You pig' Adele tells Alain as they stare into each others' eyes. 'I adore you...' Adele tells Alain as he takes her hand. 'And I you' Alain responds. Adele starts to merge back into the waves of energy surrounding her, and she tells Alain that they will be together one day, she swears, but until then, as both Alain Racine and Le Faucon Pelerin – he must live for them both.
With that, the spirit of Adele Racine disappears. Alain turns to Wanda and thanks her, assuring her that this moment, seeing his beloved wife, has given him more than he had dared hope. Alain remarks that it is funny how mere moments ago, Wanda stopped him from taking his life, and now he honestly feels as if he is born again. He kisses Wanda's hand and tells her that he will always be in her debt. 'If there's anything I can ever do...anything -' Alain begins, but Wanda smiles and tells him to hush, and that he can repay her by doing as his wife bade him. 'Live... and fly'. With that, Le Peregrine takes to the Paris skies, and Wanda smiles.