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You are Wanda Maximoff. You are the Scarlet Witch. And you are in the right place. And you... you're ready for whatever comes.
'This is it. This is the place' Wanda Maximoff tells herself in Lotkill, New York, as her incredible powers whirl around her in a flurry, reconstructing a building, every brick and piece of furniture inside it. She turns her head and senses more danger.
The Pacific Ocean, where a huge creature has risen from the depths, and holds a large cruise liner in its hands, while firing a beam of icy-energy that collides with the ocean, freezing part of it. The Scarlet Witch dodges the icy-energy as she flies under the energy, her powers appearing as a magic-trail that flows from her hair. On top of the creature is a green-skinned man in a skimpy outfit, who shouts 'Know your place, witch! This is the domain of giants!' Onboard the cruise ship, someone pleads for help. 'They're tearing the ship apart!' they shout. 'Doctor Hydro – Herman, he was one of us! A believer! But he just dove over the side!' someone else cries out. 'That's right, I did! To wrangle Caeceleon!' Doctor Hydro exclaims, referring to the large monster. 'A masterpiece of the slow science movement! First of my great hydro-fauna! And after suffering so long a gestation, my creation demands – meat?' Doctor Hydro looks confused, as suddenly, Caeceleon begins to sink back into the ocean, with Doctor Hydro still on top of the monster.
'You sound ridiculous, Hydro' the Scarlet Witch calls out as she hovers above the cruise ship, which lands back on the surface of the water. 'I cannot! I am a doctor – I -' Doctor Hydro calls out before he vanishes, as does Caeceleon. The Scarlet Witch uses her powers to repair the damage to the cruise ship, and moves towards several men in suits that can be seen on the deck of the ship. 'Where'd you send them?' one of the men asks. The Scarlet Witch reveals that she sent Caeceleon to a new home on Monster Isle, while for Hydro, she sent him to the worst of hells – a bubble reality woven from the New Jersey DMV. 'Are...you joking?' one of the men in suits asks. 'You'll never know' Wanda tells him, before pointing out that the men are safe and their ship is repaired. 'We came to witness Caeceleon, not be eaten by him' one of the men remarks. 'A brush with the primordial quickens the soul. This is our religion, but it's not one of sacrifice' a man explains to the Scarlet Witch who tells them 'That seems impractically dangerous'. 'We're bored and very rich' the man replies. Wanda hears the chime of a bell and glances sideways, before telling the men 'How nice for you' and then announcing that she is late for work.
'Hey! I let myself in!' a woman with glasses calls out as she leans on the counter within a store called the Emporium. 'I appreciate your enthusiasm, Darcy' Wanda calls back from upstairs. The woman called Darcy suggests that someone has got to be here to sell Early-Bird Brenda her diagnosis dice. 'Plus tinctures for Tim the Forager, chapbooks for Chad the Complainer...while you're off fighting Doc Seamonster'. 'Doctor Hydro. Herman Frayne' Wanda corrects Darcy. 'A broken man intent on mutating people into amphibious horrors' Wanda reveals. Wanda makes her way down a staircase within the Emporium, her costume magically transforming into a fashionable purple dress. 'When your crib was a mad scientist's incubator, you dislike such things' Wanda tells Darcy, adding that her life has been a roller coaster, sometimes strange, and often painful. 'But I'm excited to lay new track. This shop. This town. The last door. With your help, of course'.
'I can't even claim victory over this weatherproofing. This damn draft...' Darcy's voice trails off. 'That? That's not a draft...' Wanda replies as she leans over the other side of the counter. 'A bauble shop?' Pietro Maximoff a.k.a. Quicksilver asks as he speeds into the Emporium. He flicks through a book and tells Wanda that if she wanted to see how the other half lives, she might've conjured a station wagon – then she could at least race behind him like old times. '... that's my brother' Wanda informs Darcy while rolling her eyes. 'Always good to see you, Pietro. How's my niece?' Wanda asks. Quicksilver smiles and closes the book, informing Wanda that his daughter, Luna is off in space with her mother, or so he is told. 'I read all your little books...what? You blinked?' Quicksilver remarks, before he turns and speeds back out the door.
'So he's fast... and a lot' Darcy remarks. 'Quite. But trust me. He'll be – back' Wanda replies, and on cue, Quicksilver returns, carrying some cartons of food. 'I thought we might abuse ourselves with the local fare' Quicksilver suggests. Wanda informs him that they are called Utica greens, and tells him that she does not expect him to eat standing up. 'Honestly, Wanda... what are you doing here? Besides testing my biology with saturated fats?' Quicksilver asks as he sits opposite Wanda and holds the carton of food in his hands. 'Balancing past mistakes' Wanda tells Pietro. She explains that darkness held her back for too long. 'I fought. I helped...but how many people suffered because I didn't reckon with myself sooner?' Wanda asks. Pietro tells her that martyrdom is a sorry answer. 'That's not this. I'm going big. Making it so no one slips through the cracks again' Wanda declares while Darcy listens. Wanda explains that is why she built a spiritual mercantile, so here at the Emporium, people can get help with the small things. 'And as for those in greater need...' Wanda begins, while Quicksilver rolls his eyes. 'There's the Last Door' Wanda reveals, motioning to a red door nearby.
Wanda explains that it is part seeking spell, part portal, that it finds those at their lowest, those with nowhere to turn and brings them here. 'You nailed together some railroad ties and gave them a conscience. Shall I clap?' Pietro smirks. 'No need, Pietro. You've got a tell' Wanda replies. 'A millisecond of truth before you make the face you want people to see. So years ago I enchanted you. Think of it as an astral snapshot. I can see what you're really thinking. So I know you're impressed' Wanda reveals, causing Pietro to go wide-eyed, he folds his arms across his chest and spins around in the chair he's sitting on. 'I'm not familiar with the concept' he snaps, before telling Wanda that if she likes, he could feign surprise for her pantry creature. Wanda puts a hand on Pietro's shoulder and tells him to take it easy. 'Darcy minds the shop' Wanda tells him, to which Pietro replies 'Well, you're lying about her. Even if by omission'.
Quicksilver then declares that Wanda has her own tell – when she speaks she is being cryptic. 'Still... so nice to see your new venture! Quite the flophouse full of toothless trinkets you've built' Quicksilver then slides his chair over to some containers and jars and Wanda tells him that if everything she sells is so benign, then it is no problem he is holding up a sterility potion. Pietro goes wide-eyed again and declares that he no longer enjoys this game of words. Suddenly, there is a creaking noise, as if a door was opening. 'A customer? How unexpected!' Quicksilver exclaims. 'Of sorts. It's like I told you. When someone has nowhere else to go... they open the Last Door!' Wanda declares as the red door opens and a woman with brown hair appears. 'This isn't the farmer's market. Also... help!' the woman utters in her native Italian.
'My pleasure!' Quicksilver calls out as he speeds over and puts his hands on the woman's elbows. 'What is – is that English? Who are you?' the woman asks, confused. Quicksilver introduces himself as the god of speed and thief of gravity. 'I caught you' he adds. The woman looks unimpressed and pulls away, remarking that she doesn't need a catch, she needs clarity. She introduces herself as Jarnette Chase, and explains that a second ago she was in Italy, her wife's hometown, looking for fresh vegetables to cry into. But now, here she is in the land of English and leeks that go bad in a day. 'I'm not stupid. I've watched every docuseries on Stephen Strange in existence. This is magic, isn't it?' Jarnette asks. Wanda approaches Jarnette and tells her that it is magic made to help her. 'I thought I might offer you an ear, some safety...and some tea' Wanda offers, holding a with a teapot and some teacups out towards Jarnette.
'Like... magic tea?' Jarnette asks as she looks curiously at the teacup Wanda offers her. 'Only when fermentation counts. It's pu-erh' Wanda replies. 'We'll see' Jarnette tells her as she takes the tea, before remarking that she knows who Wanda is, that she is the Scarlet Witch and has seen her on those same TV shows, kicking Doctor Strange's ass. 'Stephen is a good sport' Wanda replies, before offering Jarnette to take a seat. Wanda informs Jarnette that she has come through the Last Door, a portal of her own creation, which appears only to those in the direst of need, those who feel they have no one left – to those souls on the brink, the Last Door can open from any doorway and bring them here to help – free of charge. 'So... tell me what troubles you. And know, no matter what... you will be believed' Jarnette listens to Wanda and sips her tea – she appears to be reassured.
'You don't know how it feels to hear that...it all started a month ago' Jarnette begins, explaining that it has been a whole month since Jackson Day came to town – the Corruptor. 'It all just... happened. Maybe that's what he does? Maybe it's right in the name, you know? I don't know. But it only took a few hours for day to take over'. Jarnette claims that Amatrice was a good place to live, that she built a life there and was happy there. 'But now? The whole town answers to the Corruptor'. Jarnette explains that everyone from the mayor down to their favorite buskers all bend to his will – it's like they see someone else when they look at him, someone ordinary – he moves them like clockwork, working them to the bone. To death, slowly. Even the police, the fire department – and her own wife. Jarnette remembers the town appearing before the Corruptor, wearing his purple costume, but to the people he is just a man in a suit. Two men knelt on the ground so the Corruptor could stand on their backs and appear taller. But the worst part is that Jarnette has been worn down – even her own wife told her that she was crazy, that it was all in her head. She defended him, said everything was normal, even as her hands cracked and bled. No one else saw what was happening.
Energy crackles around Wanda's fingers as she tells Jarnette that she noticed her worry stone, and asks where it came from. 'This? My father gave it to me. He was a miner. Grew up around here, actually' Jarnette explains while Wanda looks at the worry stone hanging from Jarnette's neck. Wanda finds the stone intriguing, and tells Jarnette that she has been all over this and many worlds, and rewritten reality itself – yet even rough, this stone resists her, her spells bend around it, like oil in water. Wanda is curious how she cannot influence the stone. 'Not directly...this should not be' she declares, explaining to Jarnette that if her stone is opaque to magic, she supposes that would be what protected her from the Corruptor, and whether he knows it or not, the Corruptor's power may be rooted in spells. Wanda remarks that this is rare, and announces that she thinks it is best that she visits Amatrice. 'You – you really believe me? You'll stop him?' Jarnette asks. Wanda switches to a magical energy form and walks towards the Last Door. 'Your pendant protected you. Polished, its strength could grow to shield others. Normally, that would take hundreds of years. Luckily, my brother loves a project'. She states that her brother will shine the worry stone, it won't take him long, while she goes ahead and makes her presence known.
Wanda appears in Amatrice, her magical energies trailing behind her like long hair. She passes a woman mowing her lawns, and several boys playing soccer. Suddenly, 'Hey!' someone shouts in Italian. 'You!' they exclaim, grabbing Wanda by her writs. 'You're not from around here!' they snarl, as several others, branding knives, baseball bats and other weapons they surround Wanda. 'What gave me away?' Wanda asks, when, a moment later, 'Mayor Day sends his regards!' a truck driver shouts, driving the truck towards the crowd, and Wanda. 'As do I' Wanda responds casually as she warps reality, transforming the truck into water, which splashes to the ground – and she catches the driver, a teenage boy, in her arms. Wanda speaks Italian and asks the boy what his name is. 'My...my name is...my name is “Mayor Day wants your head as a centerpiece,” Witch' the boy replies, looking up at the Scarlet Witch. 'That seems unlikely' Wanda responds and tells the locals that they are all suffering from a sorcerous chemical suggestion. 'But not for much longer. Now. Sleep' Wanda declares as she uses her powers to put the locals to sleep. 'I'm due for a word with a cruel, sweaty man' Wanda announces as she makes her way down the street.
'You say that like it's a bad thing' Jackson Day a.k.a. the Corruptor remarks as he appears on the front steps of the mayoral building, wearing his purple costume, while Jarnette's wife can be seen at his side. 'What could possibly bring the Scarlet Witch to this humble village?' the Corruptor grins, his blue skin glowing brightly. Unimpressed, Wanda stands with her hands on her hips and replies 'Just your poison talents. These people have done nothing to you, Day. Why attack them? Why come all the way to Italy?' 'Because a personal fiefdom should be in paradise, not Poughkeepsie. Because I can. And there's nothing you or your tiara can do to save this town' the Corruptor explains. 'Never speak ill of a tiara' Wanda snaps, before flicking her fingers, and adding 'As for saving this place...I won't be doing it alone'. A portal opens and Jarnette appears. 'She's waiting, Jarnette. Call to her' Wanda remarks.
'Her? The lone holdout! As if her cries could matter! This isn't her home anymore!' the annoyed Corruptor exclaims. Jarnette holds the worry stone and tells the Corruptor that he is wrong. She calls out to her wife, 'Look in my eyes. Come to me' she utters. 'Jar... Jarnette...' her wife, Rocca, replies as she slowly walks towards Jarnette. 'No! You'll do nothing of the sort!' the Corruptor snaps. 'Family has power, day! You were a fool to test it. And a bigger fool...to test me!' the Scarlet Witch cries out as energy whirls around her and she levitates up into the air above the Corruptor as she causes the ground around the Corruptor to begin exploding. 'Yes, well. You'll forgive me if I don't kneel' the Corruptor responds while shielding his face from some of the debris. 'You won't have to. But your actions come at a cost. Just like everyone else's' Wanda replies.
'Please. You're not special, Witch. They all think they can resist... until they're swallowing their own tongues at my slightest whisper. 'And the best part? Deep down, everyone wants to be told what to do. Just like you. Just like youn want...to remember' the Corruptor utters, narrowing his eyes at the Scarlet Witch, who suddenly looks confused, 'Wha – what?' she gasps. 'Did I mumble, woman?' the Corruptor asks. 'REMEMBER!' he shouts, as memories suddenly flood Wanda's mind: the House of M, being a child with Pietro, losing her children Billy and Tommy, her dark days, and battling Hope.
'You dare talk to me about the cost? About consequences? Consequences are the latticework of your life. Without them, who are you?' the Corruptor exclaims, while, at that moment, Rocca walks closer to Jarnette, who holds her arms open to her wife. 'It's okay, Rocca – we'll get through this, just...just focus on my father's stone...come closer' Jarnette smiles. The Corruptor stands behind Wanda and asks her if they shun a snake for biting, and points out that his words gturn people into their worst selves. 'This is my nature' he remarks. Jarnette and Rocca embrace, and Rocca utters that she can still hear the Corruptor, feel his voice pushing her. 'I know, Rocca. It's okay...just let him fade...forget him...and remember me' she urges her wife. 'But you? All the good deeds in the world can't erase your mistakes. We all know you, Witch. Saving these people won't change what you've done' The Corruptor remarks smugly. Jarnette tells Rocca not to look at him, not to listen to him, and to come home.
'Accept what you are – do you hear me? NEVER FORGET IT!' the Corruptor shouts, when suddenly, Wanda puts a finger to his forehead. He goes wide-eyed and is turned to stone. 'Corruptor...we've all heard enough' Wanda declares as the Corruptor remains frozen in stone. Wanda looks at his face and tells him that she won't forget – that she knows who she is. 'And it's not who you think' she adds. Wanda smiles as she reminds the Corruptor that she did say he wouldn't have to kneel. 'Enjoy the spell. I cast it, but I can only be broken...by the ones you hurt. The people of Amatrice'. Wanda looks out as the citizens of this town begin to rise and walk towards the mayoral building. 'How gracious do you think they'll be?' she asks, waking them from the sleep spell. 'Wake. My name is Wanda. There was a shadow on your hearts. Ine I know well. One I'm too skilled at casting out'.
A little girl walks towards Wanda and introduce herself as Giulia, and tells Wanda that she didn't like Mayor Day, that his voice was so bad. 'But now it's gone – you took it away' the girl remarks. 'You think I did this, Giulia? No. You all owe your freedom...to one of your own. Jarnette Chase' Wanda announces, motioning to where Jarnette and Rocca are standing. 'If she'd given up, I'd never have known to come here' Wanda explains. 'Move! As long as that thing's in one piece, the job's not done!' one of the citizens carrying an axe shouts as he makes his way towards the Corruptor. Wanda tells the civilians that is up to all of them: 'Free the Corruptor, let him stand, drop him at the town line...his future is in your hands, as yours was in his'. Wanda tells them to consider that the villains corrupt their own worst impulses, and that destroying him would only prove his corruption of them was complete. 'Don't let him keep manipulating you. Vengenace is attractive...but it brings only more pain. Trust me' the Scarlet Witch utters. The civilians listen as Wanda tells them to celebrate this day, to live their lives, and to imagine how it must enrage the Corruptor to know he is helpless to stop them.
'Rocca, is it? I'm Wanda' the Scarlet Witch remarks as she turns to Jarnette's wife, apologizing for her Italian, and revealing that she learnt it from a demon. 'You're a strange woman, Wanda. But thank you – thank you for being here' Rocca responds as she shakes Wanda's hand. 'Jarnette summoned me. Your wife is quite impressive' Wanda responds, looking at Jarnette. 'Always has been' Rocca remarks. Wanda then shakes Jarnette's hand: 'You trusted yourself when all of reality and told you otherwise. No small feat, Jarnette'. Wanda adds that whether the worry stone was polished or not, it would have been nothing without her to wield it. Wanda states that she has known plenty of tokens, tempered against magic, but that none have affected her like this. She informs Jarnette that she would like to study it further, with her permission. 'By all means' Jarnette replies as she removes the worry stone and hands it to Wanda. 'A trade, then. A wonder for a wonder. Of equal or greater value...naturally' Wanda smiles as she hands Jarnette a business card for the Emporium. 'Visit us anytime in Lotkill... no emergency required' Wanda remarks as she vanishes.
'Welcome back' Darcy calls out as she pops some bubblegum over her mouth. 'I sold three books, some incense matches, a slow-jazz madrake and one of those furry bottles' Darcy reports. Wanda materializes and tells Darcy that it is pink mink extract, and that someone is about to have a lucky day. 'Lucky enough, at least' she adds, before noticing that Quicksilver is gone. 'Bolted after he finished polishing the stone. Said it was the worst ten minutes of his life' Darcy remarks. 'Not that I didn't like watching him work with his hands' Darcy admits. Wanda holds up the worry stone and tells Darcy that Pietro's speed isn't magical, and that only  his speed could polish the worry stone into a talisman. 'I might've saved Amatrice, but my spellwork bent around it. Just touching it numbs my hands. If there is more of this out there...I can't afford to let it remain a mystery'
'Sounds like a dinner conversation to me' Darcy replies as she puts on her jacket. 'Dinner and drinks' she adds. Wanda realizes that it is closings time, and turns a “closed” sign into view in the front of the Emporium. 'Dinner, drinks...and a bit about what brought you through the Last Door?' Wanda suggests. Darcy reminds Wanda that she promised not to ask questions, that she said she wouldn't push. 'And I won't. This was a friendly nudge at best -' Wanda begins, but before they leave the Emporium, they hear a creaking noise. 'Hear that, boss?' Darcy asks. 'Almost sounded like... was that the Door? The door door?' she asks. Wanda apologizes to Darcy and tells her that dinner will have to wait, as a strange sounding voice asks '...Wanda? Wanda Maximoff?' Wanda looks on, wide-eyed, while Darcy is confused: 'I'll bite. Who is this strange girl calling your name?' she asks.
Standing at the Last Door is a girl with red skin and green hair. 'It is my dreams...they will not let me go. And they refuse... to stop killing me' the girl utters. 'That strange girl is Vivian Vision, Darcy. And by measures stranger yet... you could say she's my daughter!'


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First story: Untitled    -    Second story: An Unlikely Forecast
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Lotkill, New York, where inside her curio shop the Emporium, Wanda Maximoff the Scarlet Witch sits opposite a girl called Vivian Vision – the daughter of her ex-husband, the Vision. 'Do you drink tea these days?' Wanda asks. 'I... remain fully functional' Viv replies, while looking to the floor. 'Great! And we're serving it in skulls. Must be a Thursday' Darcy Lewis, Wanda's shop assistant exclaims as she brings two skulls of tea over to  the table where Wanda and Viv are seated. Wanda thanks Darcy and tells her that if she doesn't mind, they have a lot to catch up on. 'Can you give us the room?' she asks. Darcy just stares back at Wanda and doesn't respond. Vivian Vision raises one of the skulls to her mouth and begins to drink the tea. 'The aromatics offer relief to my internal systems. It is good...to see you again. Though also strange' Vivian remarks. Wanda smiles from behind her own skull mug: 'Strange? You – the synthezoid daughter of my ex and his second wife? A wife programmed with my brain waves? What's so strange about that? As mothers go... I suppose I'm  the prototype' Wanda suggests.
Vivian hangs her head again, before looking back up at Wanda and stating: 'You comforted me after the loss of my mother. You are not her. Wanda tells Viv that she knows, and points out that the Last Door still brought her here, that wherever she was before, she had nowhere else to turn. Vivian informs Wanda that her father has attempted aid, but that for all his analysis, he has failed. 'Vision has a theory for everything. To him, every problem's a logic puzzle. But grief... it isn't always logical' Wanda replies, before remarking that she had heard Vivian was doing better. Vivian glances away as she confirms that she was, but that reckoning with the deaths of her mother and brother was difficult – she wanted her emotions, and yet she also wanted to be rid of them. She reveals that the Champions helped her accept her situation, as friends can, but there were false starts, and backsliding. 'I thought I had found peace. But then... the dreams began' she utters, looking back up at Wanda.
Vivian averts her gaze again, and runs a hand through her green hair as she explains that a form of rebel code has been attacking her mind for weeks, and she could not rest without vivid reminders of her greatest suffering. Wanda stands up and explains to Viv that those aren't dreams – they're nightmares. Vivian admits to being unfamiliar with the difference, and states that her body is failing, her mind even more so. 'If these nightmares do not stop, they will destroy me in time' she adds. Vivian stands up and turns away from Wanda, asking her if she knows what it is like, to be chained to the worst moments in your life. 'I... have a passing familarity' Wanda responds. 'My mother murdered a man. Then killed herself to protect my father...and me. These actions should be simple to condemn. And yet I struggle' Vivian remarks. Wanda tells her that nothing is that simple, and that there is no sacrifice she wouldn't make for her own family. 'It sounds like Virginia loved you' Wanda adds. '...Your words are appreciated' Vivian smiles.
'Your mother was my sister, separated by space and science. I'll help you however I can' Wanda declares. Vivian acknowledges that she is in no position to reject such assistance, and Wanda  goes wide-eyed as Vivian tells her 'But naming my mother as your sister is a fanciful gesture. Nothing more. As you say, this would not make us family'. Wanda ignores that comment, and manifests a bed, with four posts and a thatched covering across the bed. Wanda tells Vivian that her dreams are under siege, and through them, her hope. 'Through that, your future. I've known many such threats. If you'll let me...I can root out whatever's hurting you' Wanda adds. She mentions that Darcy will watch their bodies as they enter Vivian's dreamscape. 'The quip woman? And who is she to you?' Vivian asks as she sits on the edge of the bed, while Darcy stands nearby and folds her arms. 'A trusted friend and advisor. Also, my shopkeeper' Wanda responds. 'That is satisfactory' Vivian replies, before she presses a button on her form, which switches her into a sedated mode, as if she was sleeping.
'Conking out too, boss?' Darcy asks. Wanda's eyes begin to close and she looks drowsy as she informs Darcy that she is going direct to Viv's dreamscape. 'No flash sales while I'm gone' Wanda jokes. 'What? I'm selling it all – magic money! Once you're awake, I'll retire... and live the life of my dreams...' Darcy's voice trails off as Wanda falls asleep – and then wakes in Vivian's dreamscape: 'OH!' Wanda gasps.
The Scarlet Witch adjusts to her new surroundings within Vivian Vision's dreamscape – which appears to her as a mass of skyscrapers, images of Vivian's face, and electronic parts which walk about like humanoids. 'Quite the world you've got her, Viv. It's beautiful. Fools look to your father and call him artificial. But witnessing this – who could see him, or you, as anything...but simply alive?' Wanda asks. Wanda acknowledges that every inch of Vivian's mind is a miracle, but she knows that the danger won't be here on the surface. She then tugs at the “ground” and pulls away a covering. 'The rot hides below' Wanda declares as she reveals an old house in place of the sprawling technological city. The house is run-down and has several broken windows. The bright green, yellow and red lights of the earlier dreamscape are replaced by muted browns, grays and whites. 'Here we are. Your home' Wanda calls out. She opens the door, and a flurry of flower petals floats around her. 'Or at least, a cruel reminder of it...and all that happened within' Wanda adds, as she finds the “remains” of Vivian's mother lying on the floor of the house. 'Whatever built this house wanted to hurt you, as deeply as possible' Wanda announces.
'Can you blame me, witch?' a voice calls out as there is a SNAP and a bright beam of light shines down on Wanda, who spins around and sees a woman scantily-clad woman with long green hair and pale white skin stands behind her. 'Show me a creature that doesn't love to play with its good' the woman utters, holding a whip. 'Dreamqueen. Daughter of Nightmare' Wanda remarks, acknowledging the villainess as she moves closer to her. 'Leech Empress of Liveworld. Devourer of human misery' Wanda adds. 'The Scarlet Witch knows my name. I'm flattered' the Dreamqueen responds. 'I know many pests – and how to exterminate them' Wanda responds casually.
The Dreamqueen disguises herself as a damaged version of the Vision, and calls out 'Quaint. Your threats, I mean. In the Dreamscape, the oneiromancer is god'. Wanda looks back at the “Vision” and asks 'What kind of god tortures a child?' Water begins to leak from the “Vision's” eyes and mouth as the Dreamqueen replies 'The hungry kind. Anguish is the sole delicacy on which I subsist. And while human minds break in time, here I've found a feast undying'. But the Scarlet Witch tells her that she is killing Viv, or at least she was until she arrived to help. 'To what, appeal to my better nature? I killed my mother at birth, with no regrets!' the Dreamqueen exclaims, as the “Vision” opens his mouth and a stream of water is hosed at Wanda – but as some of the water gets in Wanda's mouth, Wanda realizes that these are tears. 'The Vision's. Even androids cry – when do you he cried more...when his family died... or when you gutted him in one of your tantrums?' the Dreamqueen asks.
'You're not seeing it, Dreamqueen!' Wanda calls out as she manifests a large lion which rises up from the ground and devours the “Vision”. Wanda then reduces the lion, trapping the Dreamqueen in a small energy ball between her hands. 'Forget my past. My present will make you humble'. But the Dreamqueen tells the Scarlet Witch that out there she could have her on a spit, but that in here, her spells are tissue, and her magic bends to her like anything else. The Dreamqueen transforms Wanda's lion into dozens of bats which screech and flit around the Scarlet Witch. Wanda claps her hands together and the bats transform into a whip. 'You sure, Queen?' Wanda asks as she snaps the whip over her head. 'It's not my first time in the lion's den' Wanda remarks as she cracks the energy around the Dreamqueen with the whip.
The Dreamqueen appears and looks unimpressed: “Lion's den” she quotes, and remarks that the Scarlet Witch is still thinking in human terms. 'How sad. There isn't even air here, but you believe there is – as you'll believe its absence. You want to save Vivian? You can't even save yourself'. The Dremqueen flicks a finger at Wanda, who goes wide-eyed and seems to gasp for breath, before her eyes roll back in her head and she seemingly explodes. 'Tragic to see such power limited by a mortal mind' the Dreamqueen utters, asking Wanda if she thought she would just kneel over and surrender her fatted calf. 'No' a voice calls out. The Dreamqueen is surprised: '...what? Show yourself' she exclaims. 'You know. You did catch me off guard, but now...your choices are closing in' Wanda's voice responds. 'I'll choose to use your offal as kindling!' the Dreamqueen snarls as she realizes she is trapped in a red energy bubble. The Scarlet Witch suggests to the Dreamqueen that she threaten less and do more. 'You left me seconds of air. A few last moments of suffering for you to savor. But seconds are all I need' Wanda explains. 'NO! RELEASE ME!' the Dreamqueen screams. 'And when you aim for the Scarlet Witch...it's best not to miss!' the Scarlet Witch declares as she re-materializes, and begins to shrink the bubble containing the Dreamqueen.
'I heard you – human terms. Such a burden. So I changed the terms. Became light...surrounded you and squeezed. The Dreamscape's not hard to mold, once you get a feel for it' Wanda explains. 'I'll burn you, witch! The scent of your flesh will fill flickering realms!' the Dreamqueen snarls. 'What you'll do is hear my offer. Wrath is easy. I've dealt plenty – but I'm trying to change' Wanda remarks, before instructing the Dreamqueen to free Viv, to cease preying on humanity, and to never return. 'Or don't, and your next attack on Earth's dreamers will be your last'. Wanda threatens the Dreamqueen. 'Exile to my realm...and just how long do you think I'll live without sustenance?' the Dreamqueen asks, pointing out that the Scarlet With's mercy is still a death scentence.
But the Scarlet Witch tells the Dreamqueen that she won't be without sustenance and holds up a small piece of food. 'You wondered about my pain earlier. Wonder no more' the Scarlet Witch smiles as she passes the food through the magic bubble and hands it to the Dreamqueen. 'This saramale is seasoned with my worst nightmare – the loss of my sons. Such pain should sustain you for ages' Wanda utters. 'We'll see, you -' the Dreamqueen begins, before she vanishes. 'Well. That's that' Wanda supposes.
Wanda leaves the house within Viv's dreamscape, and assures Viv that it is safe to come out now. 'She is truly gone?' Vivian asks. 'Really truly, my dear' Wanda assures her. Vivian asks Wanda what she did to the Dreamqueen, what was the spell that cast her out. 'A lie...one interwoven with truth' Wanda responds, revealing that she did send Dreamqueen home with a hearty meal – and one catch. A transformation spell, hidden by the taste of her pain.
The Dreamqueen returns to Liveworld, and places the saramale in her mouth, devouring the agony of Wanda's greatest tragedy. Then, the Dreamqueen changes. Where once she lived off suffering, she'll now have to consume bliss to survive. The Dreamqueen goes wide-eyed and arches backwards in revulsion, as her tastes remain unchanged – the joy she needs now disgusts her.
'Dreamqueen joked that I'd come to appeal to her better nature' Wanda remarks as she sits next to Vivian, and tells her that she thought she would give the Dreamqueen one, knowing it must be agony. 'Your punishment does mirror the crime' Vivian replies, to which Wanda tells her that it is called poetic justice, and to savor it
Back in the Emporium, Vivian suddenly wakes, while Wanda and Darcy watch her. 'Morning, robot girl' Darcy calls out. 'Little time has passed outside the dreamscape. The sunrise still awaits us' Vivian states. 'Ten out of ten, Viv. Keep on making it literal' Darcy mutters. Vivian looks at Wanda and tells her that she was successful, and that she finds no trace of the Dreamqueen in her mnemonic code. 'I pulled a tick off your dreams, Viv. The rest is up to you' Wanda remarks. She points out that healing has no shortcuts, as she has tried them all, but that from now on, Viv's life is her own. 'You'll have a fair shot at closure. And as you search for it...I will be in your corner' Wanda assures Viv, who gives a half-smile in response, admitting that this is a unique confluence of emotions.
Vivian states that it is unusual to be so at peace among those she hardly knows. 'A good unusual, Viv. Family or not – you're always welcome here' Wanda assures the Vivian, who replies 'Eventually. Perhaps. But at the moment... I remain far from home'. Wanda takes Vivian's hands and tells her 'Nonsense' and promises to have her back to the Champions in no time. 'Just tell your father I say “Hello”' Wanda adds. Vivian assures Wanda that she will, and thanks her. 'You are never what I expect' Vivian remarks, and with that, Vivian Vision departs.
'So how'd you debug your ex's daughter?' Darcy enquires as she brings a broom and shovel over to clean up a spill. 'Oh, you know...dredged up my deepest personal failures to defeat an ancient dream parasite. As you said. A Thursday' Wanda responds. 'Sounds bad. Almost as bad as this spell mess' Darcy remarks, referring to the spill on the floor. 'I've never heard of the Ashesof Aarkus described quite like that' Wanda replies. 'Well, your boy Asskiss should learn to sweep up after himself' Darcy suggests as she begins sweeping. She then informs Wanda that the register has been balanced and that it is time for her to be the hero and head out for the night.

Shortly, Wanda is serving an elderly man whom she calls Stanley, and hands him a bottle of milk, instructing him to whisper love to the milk and night and to take it with his morning coffee, and then the memory of his late wife will strengthen with every sip. Wanda then turns to a worry stone sitting on the counter. 'As for you...so much unknown in such a little stone. Not cold iron. Not orichalcum. Not uru'. She notes that none of them could repel her magic, while any spells of inquest simply float around this stone. She wonders if science can examine it, or a spectral analysis. Suddenly, Darcy calls out to her: 'Hey! Tell me you haven't been eyeballing that rock all night!' Darcy  exclaims. Wanda remarks that mysteries enthrall her, and asks Darcy if she would prefer that she looked into hers. 'Save the shade, lady – I'm just not ready to talk about it yet' Darcy replies, unamused. 'Trust me, when I tripped through the Last Door all those weeks back... I wasn't just out for a stroll'.
Meanwhile, at the Bar With No Name, in New Jersey, a super-powered criminal is thrown through the wall of the bar. Several other criminals run through the large hole in the wall, including Blackout, Squid, Aquaduct, Walrus and the Brothers Grimm. Standing before them a woman stands in the shadows, she holds a large chain and wears high-heeled boots as she declares: 'Perhaps I was unclear – Darcy Lewis owes blood to the Bacchae. And any who aid in sheltering her... will answer to SCYTHIA!'
(Second story)
On a sunny day, at The Emporium, where Wanda Maximoff the Scarlet Witch sits on a chair as she reads through a spell book. 'Of course, I have everything except...' Wanda begins, when Darcy Lewis, sweeping nearby, exclaims 'A great assistant? Because I'm pretty sure I have that covered'. Suddenly, there is a rumbling, and Wanda and Darcy turn to the door, which opens and reveals Ororo Munroe a.k.a. Storm, wind whirling around her and rain now pouring down. 'Apologies, Wanda. I wish I were here under better circumstances' Storm calls out. 'I just finished sweeping!' Darcy complains as leaves from the street are blown inside The Emporium. 'Is this about Magneto?' Wanda asks.
Shortly, Darcy resumes sweeping while Wanda sits on a staircase and Storm stands nearby. Storm informs Wanda that after Uranos fell, she held Erik in his last moments, that he spoke of seeing Anya, and she believed Anya greeted him with open arms. 'As do I. Given the irony in his sacrifice, he more than deserves that much' Wanda remarks. Storm tells Wanda that she knows her relationship to Magneto was complicated, but thought she would want to know how he died. 'If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out' the Regent of Planet Arakko offers. Wanda tells Storm that she appreciates that, before reporting that there is something she could use Storm's help with, if she had the time. 'What do you need?' Storm asks.
Wanda explains that she was in the middle of taking inventory, and that she seems to be out of an essential ingredient, after a mix-up with a local delivery recently. 'She should really look into expanding her roster of foragers' Darcty suggests, while cleaning some shelves. 'Anyway...as luck would have it, due to its location, two individuals of magical birthright are required to obtain the ingredient when it is not in bloom' Wanda remarks. Storm smiles and tells Wanda that she is flattered, but points out that she is no practicing sorceress. 'The potency of your birthright dwells in you, nonetheless' Wanda remarks, before asking Storm what she would say to a quick girls' trip. 'I say you should have led with girls' trip' Storm smiles. 'Noted' Wanda replies, before asking Darcy if she can lock up. 'Sure thing' Darcy waves, telling Wanda and Storm to have fun.
Soon, Wanda and Storm hover over some large cliffs which tower over a sea, covered by fog as the moon glows red above them. 'Perfect. We arrived just as the moon is at its highest' Wanda tells Storm, who realizes that there is something down below, covered by the fog. 'Let me clear it' Storm utters as she causally waves her hand, and the fog below parts. 'Ororo, you are very much a part of the sisterhood' Wanda tells her. Storm asks Wanda what she is talking about, to which Wanda points out that Storm sees things others do not, and explains that was no ordinary fog, but a barrier meant to keep this island which has appeared hidden. 'As I mentioned earlier, practicing sorceress or not, your gifts are potent' Wanda adds as they drop down towards the mysterious island which has emerged.
Storm notes that the land is barren, but Wanda tells her to give it a moment. Purple flowers begin to bloom, and Storm remarks that as beautiful as the flowers are, she knows it would be foolish of her to assume things were this easy. 'They never are for people like us' Wanda replies. She adds that Magneto understood that, and that he wore his truth like an impenetrable armor, let few see what he protected so fiercely. Wanda turns to the flowers, before Storm tells her that she doesn't mean to interrupt, and asks Wanda if she feels something. 'I was wondering when he would make his entrance. I'm surprised he didn't when you removed the barrier' Wanda replies, as suddenly, a water spirit, in the form of horse with a serpent's body rises onto the island. 'Who dares to invade my space? You will pay with your lives' the water spirit warns their unexpected visitors.
Wanda and Storm leap for safety as the water spirit fires a beam of water from its horse mouth. 'Who is this? He doesn't appear too happy to see us' Storm remarks. Wanda explains that this is a powerful water spirit and keeper of this island during the hunter's moon. 'He'll destroy the flowers if this goes on for too long!' Wanda warns Storm as she casts a magic lasso around the water spirit. 'Foolish witch. Is this the best you can do?' the water spirit asks. 'Storm, if you don't mind' Wanda calls out. 'With pleasure' Storm responds as she releases a surge of lightning which crackles around the water spirit. 'What mockery is this? Your simple mutant abilities have no place here' the water spirit declares. 'That's where you're wrong!' Wanda exclaims, maintaining control over the magic lasso, she informs the water spirit that Storm's gifts aren't simple, as it graciously put it. 'She was doing you a favor by holding back. But that time is over' Wanda warns the water spirit.
Wanda then tells Storm that she meant what she said about her being part of the sisterhood. 'Tap into that as you summon lightning' Wanda urges. 'Great ancestor Ayesha, I call upon you. Flow through me so that we may obtain what we seek and nothing more' Storm calls out, and as she does so, a magic symbol materializes around her, as does one around the Scarlet Witch, as their abilities combine, wrapping around the water spirit, holding the creature in place. 'Your efforts are a tremendous waste, and yet still you try' the water spirit comments. 'As you continue to try our competency' Wanda remarks, before the water spirit realizes that it is bound. 'This can't be' the creature utters. 'But it is. Now yield' Wanda instructs the creature, who pauses, before telling the Scarlet Witch to take what she needs.
The creature retreats back into the water, and Wanda jokes 'He was cranky'. But Storm doesn't blame him, considering how they showed up unannounced. Wanda begins collecting the flowers, and asks Storm who Ayesha is. 'I believe someone from my mother's side' Storm reveals, and Wanda smiles, suggesting that they should talk over tea.
Soon, sitting around a fireplace back at The Emporium, Wanda thanks Storm again for her help. Both women sip cups of tea, and Storm jokes that had she known Wanda could brew a tea like this, she might not have voted against resurrecting her. 'Very funny' Wanda smiles, before remarking that Storm breezing into her store today was nothing something she saw coming. 'The only plan I had today was making some tea' she adds. Wanda looks at the tea and explains to Storm that she only brews this particular tea when she needs comfort, but that almost did not happen because she didn't have all the ingredients. Storm tells Wanda that it is funny how their most quiet desires are heard when we believe no one is listening. 'Indeed. I believe that goes for both of us' Wanda responds.


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Lotkill, New York, 'So why am I putting down for three lattes from my lush shopkeeper's salary?' Darcy Lewis complains as she walks alongside Wanda Maximoff the Scarlet Witch. 'I mean, it's cool, Wanda – as long as the next thing you pull out of your hat's a raise' Darcy adds. 'Alakazam, you're rich, Darcy. But wait, where did I put that hat?' Wanda smiles as they approach The Emporium, her shop. 'Almost funny! No, listen, you've been great – ever since I tripped through the Last Door. Which, yeah, honestly, it's been nice to think about. Comfortably nice. Too nice' Darcy adds. Wanda reminds Darcy that it is her story, and that she can tell it on her schedule. 'As for the coffee – the micro-omens were clear. Sky trails, a flutter in my blood's iron. The god Hadur's laughter in the air. In other words... my sister's in town' Wanda announces.
Indeed, lounging over a chair inside the Emporium is Lorna Dane a.k.a. Polaris, who spins the mysterious worry stone around a flurry of magnetic energy. 'Fun little rock you found, Wanda' Lorna remarks, before asking 'You had questions?' The sisters embrace, and Wanda tells Lorna that she has many questions, and that it is good to see her. 'It's good to see you, too' Lorna responds. 'Sunglasses indoors? Pretty cool' Darcy remarks. 'Who knew Wanda had such a fashion rebel in the family?' Darcy adds. 'Why call me when you've got such a wise intern – was it my doctorate in geophysics?' Lorna asks, before informing Wanda that she analyzed her stone, and, it's not actually stone, but ore, an unstable ore, with magnetic properties like mysterium, but way less  refined. 'That's all I could get without java' the caffeine-addicted  Lorna announces.
'So it like your mutant metal but not. A real gold rush of actionable intel, Doc' the sarcastic Darcy remarks. 'And what'd you pan up on your own?' Lorna snaps. 'I'm a reporter, She-Hulk. I'm still panning' Darcy jokes, referring to Lorna's green hair and costume. Wanda explains that Darcy helps in the shop with smaller problems so that she can be out there for the larger ones. 'Sure, as long as she didn't put anything in my -' Lorna begins, when suddenly, there is a creaking noise. Wanda, Lorna and Darcy turn to the door, and there is another creaking – it's not the front door, but the Last Door. 'Wise intern left your door open, Wanda' Lorna points as she lowers her sunglasses. 'No. The Last Door only opens...for those who need it' Wanda explains. 'So where are they?' Darcy asks, as one is standing in the doorway.
'Is it the Invisible Woman? Bumped into her once, at least, I think -' Darcy jokes, while Lorna reveals that she does feel an electromagnetic field, but that it is infinitesimal, like a gnat buzzing in an ocean. Wanda remarks that Darcy is right, there is a new presence in the room, invisible or not. Her eyes suddenly glow as she decides to let the Eyes of Hodomuria reveal the truth, no matter the size, and it's then that she detects an astral signature at the door – smaller than small, but alive. 'So, microscopic. I assume there's a spell for that. Are we doing this?' Lorna asks as she and Wanda begin to glow. 'Hey, witches and scientists? Maybe tell me what “this” is?' Darcy exclaims. 'Honestly, Darcy, it's only Sise-neg's shrinking charm' Wanda explains as she and Lorna seemingly vanish. 'Right. Sure. I'll watch the shop. While you and Doctor Magnetic blip off into the Tinyverse' Darcy mutters.
Elsewhere, a woman with short pink hair, wearing a strange blue costume with gold accents and a cape frowns as she remarks 'This must be a dream. I should be dead. I remember – backed against a bombed-out home, my hand on a fallen doorframe...the sound of the enemy's targetting nodes, their looks of righteous hate, and then...I was here, so very much not dead'. The woman reveals that this is not Sub-Atomica, that this is somehow the great above. 'Who are you? How am I speaking this language?' the woman asks. Wanda explains that, thanks to the last few guests she had, she has added a linguistic enchantment to her special door. She introduces herself and Polaris, and reports that to those with no place left to turn, any door becomes this door – the Last Door – a portal to safety.
The woman drops to her knees and declares that safe is a long-forgotten idea, and introduces herself as Mardj, that her home, Tryfa, is so small, that it was only just discovered by the Nillans, nomadic conquerors who plague Sub-Atomica, that the Nillans long for a home, and their invasion was immediate. Mardj reveals that hers was a world of folklore, and that they failed to overcome Nillan technology, that she is her city's last survivor, unable even to honor their dead. She adds that she would have given up, if not for the myth – the Sword in the Star. Mardj reports that it is a living blade that once carved their world, only few believe that it still exists – but she does. She hopes that she can find it, show her people that their myth is real, then she could rally Tryfa to fight back, to repel the Nillans and honor their lost. Mardj explains that she had nearly found the sword's supposed resting place, but that she was beset by Nillan scouts. Wanda smiles and helps Mardj stand up, assuring her that she is beset no longer. 'And if this sword will help save your people...then it sounds like we've all got a quest on our hands'.
The adventure begins, with the Scarlet Wich leading Polaris and Mardj through a forest, guided by crimson energy. Guilt is an old friend to the Scarlet Witch, a pain that she would move mountains to save others from, and so she hurls herself into the dark, with a newhound sister and a tired liberator at her side. There, in the night wilds of a microscopic universe, the journey begins. The fate of Tryfa, a world so small it was beneath notice until it could be pillaged, rests on a myth. For the sword in the star, to liberagte Tryfa, it must first be discovered. And to be discovered, it must be real. And if real... it would not be unguarded.
Mardj knows Tryfa well, with the Mistress of Magnetism at her side, the Scarlet Witch is the power that acts on Mardj's knowledge, the willing means, the very ally she herself so often wishes she had. As warriors three, they face down the witch called Lich Duke Yaga Dyara and his army of death and recruitment. At Wanda's will, probability bends, and what was once a suicide mission transforms into one of triumph. Wanda defeats the witch, while Polaris casts out the vile rat-like Wolves of Interstellar Rot, and clear the way for Mardj's destiny.
They continue on the adventure, before them looms the Carrion Gate, built into the body of a long-dead sentry who buried the fabled sword in their chest, a final act of protection for a star system's most holy relic. Polaris flicks her wrist and the gate's locks crack open. Wanda is impressed, and infused with a tear from Mardj, her spell greases the ancient hinges. They enter through the head of a sun's guardian angel, and proceed to the heart. There, Wanda discovers nothing but dust. A barren altar. But she is Wanda Maximoff, no stranger to lies, deception and disappointment. The sight of another so struck but such poison cuts her deep. If the sword in the star ever was real, it is long gone, and Mardj's last hope stands as a false myth. For ages, she has fought on faith alone, and now that faith lays dashed on Mardj's only reality is one of defeat. Wanda tries to comfort Mardj, while Polaris stands nearby, the chamber littered with all sorts of treasures.
Wanda Maximoff is the Scarlet Witch, and so she changes that reality – for all the times her faith was ever shattered, Mardj's must be rewarded. The sword must be  real. So Wanda calls to Polaris, heralded this same day by omens of Hadur, a godly weaponsmith, together, their gifts become a forge of both science and sorcery. Between their hands, forces burn like a miniature star, with particles compressed through mutant magnetism, condensed from higher realms by magic – a new blade is born! Spark by spark, belief is rekindled...as myth becomes matter, and Mardj holds the blade overhead, while two sisters with a bond more powerful than blood look on at the sword they crafted, knowing that only its master can give it purpose, only its mother can give it life, as in the tales long whispered around Tryfan campfires, they know this last step is Mardj's alone. Every true victory Wanda has had has come from within. Once, she retook her life by chaining Chthon, her demonic oppressor, to her soul. Now, she watches proudly as Mardj makes her own sacrifice to retake her world.
Born in blood, the sword in the star wakes...and goes to work. The Scarlet Witch has long been an outsider. She has gone from pretender to redeemer in the eyes of Polaris' people, all by learning the truth of power. Heroism must not be about thre recognition of the savior, but the elevation of the saved. So, as the Tryfans witness their city cleansed of invaders, they see a Tryfan leading. They see one of their own wielding the sword in the star. They see Mardj, proving their most sacred myth true with every stroke of her blade as she flight side-by-side with the Scarlet Witch to defeat the Nillans, as Polaris destroys several with a magnetic pulse.
Past the space wall, in the smallest of solar systems, Wanda has witnessed a hero being born. Finally, Tryfa's lost can be mourned. In that, Wanda witnesses a funeral rite like no other. Though few survive from Mardj's region, they gather to pay their respects to their beloved dead. The Scarlet Witch is honored to be welcomed into such a private tradition. For Tryfans, the very lightning that obliterates the bodies of their lost ferries their souls to the great above. Polaris stands at the funeral also, a boquet of flowers in hand, while Madrj is on her hands and knees, bowing before the dead.
An act of destruction is also an act of deliverance, a fitting omen for what is to come. Mardj's city is free, but Nillans still hold most of Tryfa. The Scarlet Witch has given the world a fighting chance, but she wants to do more. It is only natural, she wants to fight for Tryfa, cast out the Nillans and strike down their conquering fleet. But what will happen to Tryfa when she leaves? She wants to do more, but Mardj asks that she allow her people to fight for themselves, to reclaim their dignity along with their freedom. Wanda's own sovereignty has been challenged so foten, she cannot ignore Mardj's wish, even if it is painful – she knows Tryfa will be freed by its own hands – but first, a celebration.
The Tryfans raise Mardj up on their shoulders, while Wanda looks on and smiles, and Polaris checks her watch. Freshly unbound from her own past, Wanda watches a joyous people with a wise and learned gaze. Only she and Polaris could craft the sword in the star, but only Mardj could raise it. A war awaits, there may be losses, but Wanda has been talked over before. She has too often been told what is best. It hurts, but she knows Tryfa must be given the help it wants, not the help she believes it needs. Anything else is to just become another shackle, and the Scarlet Witch is long past through with iron. And so, with a full and heavy heart, she returns to the great above.
Krakoa, where Wanda sits next to Lorna on a ledge overlooking the ocean surrounding the mutant nation. Lorna reveals that she read a paper on Sub-Atomica once, by Phillip Prometheus, but that seeing it is another thing. 'It was fun...you know, spending time with you' Lorna adds, cup of coffee in hand. Wanda acknowledges that they haven't always been close, and that she wants to change that – the sword quest was a bonus. 'Life's like that sometimes' Lorna replies. 'It's certainly been a day, but your coffee is resurrecting me' Wanda smiles. 'Good' Lorna tells her sister, revealing that she lifted the mugs from an old haunt in Greenwich, before adding that Darcy seems all right. 'I challenged her and she didn't flinch. I like that'. Wanda lies back and notes that Darcy is integral. 'I've let too many people down, Lorna. The move. The shop. Everything...it's all been to ensure I don't fail anyone else. But helping everyone how they want it – takes its toll. Even for me'. Polaris then assures her sister that she is enough. 'Trust me... I'm a doctor' Lorna adds as the sisters hug.
Shortly, Wanda returns to Lotkill, hovering over the town when someone shouts 'HELP – SOMEONE! FIRE!' Wanda turns and is in shock as she sees The Emporium ablaze. 'No. The shop...it's...' Wanda utters, as several civilians gather nearby, 'Ikt's going up like a match!' a woman calls out. 'Darcy!' Wanda screams, when suddenly, 'What's this? Another would-be protector?' a voice asks. Wanda turns to see Hippolyta the Warrior Woman looking mad, and carrying an unmoving Darcy under her arm. Hippolyta declares that Darcy Lewis has evaded justice long enough, that her cowardly flesh belongs to Scythia, Champion of the Bacchae. 'And any who would dare defend her must face me... even a Scarlet Witch!' Scythia narrows her eyes and tells Wanda Maximoff that it is her move.


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Wanda Maximoff is the Scarlet Witch... and someone has just burned down her house! That someone is the warrior woman called Hippolyta, now known as Scythia, who holds a limp Darcy Lewis up amongst the rubble of The Emporium, while a large chain is wrapped around her other hand. 'Darcy Lewis is mine, Maximoff. Stand aside, or meet the same end as your home' Scythia warns the Scarlet Witch, who replies 'I don't think I will'. Scythia drops Darcy to the ground with a THUD and retorts 'Do I look like I'm asking?' as she holds up her large speak-like weapon. The Scarlet Witch remarks that she has heard of the Bacchae, and explains that they are a secret society that protects women and the abused. 'We should get along. But here you are, their queen, threatening a friend... who's under my protection. So you owe me a story' Wanda adds, smirking as she tells Scythia, in case she didn't notice, 'I'm not asking either'. Scythia is surprised by the Scarlet Witch's defiance, and offers to tell her of the snake, and how she forced her hand.
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Long ago, as Hippolyta, Scythia led her fellow Amazons from oppression, and ages later, she founded the Bacchae in their tradition, to fight wicked men. Today, there are many sects, views differ, but as long as the world has chains, the Bacchae will break them, physical or otherwise. It was Hippolyta's sisters who were hunting a man suspected of violence, that they came upon Darcy Lewis, defending the violent man's lover. Darcy Lewis presented herself as a kindred soul and possible initiate. Hippolyta's sisters saw Darcy as a potential, and invited her into their sect – but it was all a trick to get close to the Bacchae. There were no attackers – no one attacked, only a ruse in which Darcy Lewis drew first blood.
The Bacchae live in secrecy, revealing themselves only to avenge the abused. Each sect answers this call in its own fashion, keeps its own den, where it heals the wounded and teaches them to break their chains – but after weeks living among them, learning their ways and breaking bread – Darcy Lewis killed a daughter of Enyom, one of her hosts. In their own culture, the Bacchae are free to draw Bacchae blood, but the murder of a sect sister by an outsider calls for balance – a life must be collected in payment, it is the founder's burden, a sacred obligation. Darcy Lewis was not one of the Bacchae, she only played it. Hippolyta had long since abdicated as Queen of the Bacchae, because they need no such leader. And though the Daughters of Enyo have strayed from what she may call the path, the burden was invoked, and as founder, she could not ignore it.
As Darcy Lewis fled the Bacchae, Hippolyta appeared before her sisters, bound to kill Darcy Lewis for killing one of their own – not a question of choice – Darcy Lewis had the choice. Hippolyta had only duty – she knows not why Darcy Lewis struck, and while Hippolyta has little love for the one whom Darcy Lewis killed, none of that matters. The Daughters of Enyo called and Hippolyta had to answer, she had to become Scythia, a debt collector of sorts. A Bacchae life was taken, and payment is long overdue. Darcy Lewis was inches from Scythia's blade when she disappeared through a door.
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'... but every door leads somewhere' Scythia declares, telling the Scarlet Witch that she has her story, now to yield, suggesting that surely the Scarlet Witch respects tradition. 'The girl is late for a long and complicated execution' Scythia announces as she places the blade of her weapon to Darcy's cheek. 'GAH – WHAT – HIPPOLYTA? HOLY -' Darcy exclaims as she opens her eyes and leaps to her feet, avoiding the blade. 'Quick, Darcy, Jump!' the Scarlet Witch calls out as she opens some sort of portal, which then teleports Darcy several feet away, behind the Scarlet Witch. Scythia holds up the mysterious worry stone and remarks that it is adorable how Darcy clings to Wanda as she did this little ornament when she found her. 'This could barely dispel my civilian glamour. You'll do even less' Scythia declares.
'You don't know what you're talking about, lady! The Daughters of Enyo were  butchers!' Darcy exclaims as she stands behind Wanda, boasting that Wanda could turn the moon into soup if she wanted to. 'Youre done – you're -' Darcy begins, to which Wanda tells her companion that she appreciates her confidence, but to perhaps let her talk to the ancient blood debt collector. 'Deal' Darcy utters. The Scarlet Witch moves closer to Scythia, who raises her weapon in response. Energy glows around Wanda's hands, which she keeps behind her back, as she informs Scythia that she knows Darcy, and that if she did kill her sect sister, then there must have been a reason. 'I've also heard you. I see that you're bound by honor. I respect that' Wanda adds, before remarking that Darcy dying does not work for her, and suggests that surely the founder of the Bacchae can find another way.
'Ha! Don't condescend me. I didn't come to take lessons on my people from a witch in a tiara...I came for blood!' Scythia responds, and as the energy behind Wanda begins to cause the ground beneath them to crack, Scythia brings her powerful blade down towards Wanda, who flips backwards, dodging the attack. 'Scythia...you only get one' the Scarlet Witch declares, energy glowing around her once more, but Scythia moves quickly and punches the Scarlet Witch hard in the face: 'Please. You're not my first sorceress' she snaps. Wanda narrowly dodges Scythia's blade once more, as Scythia asks 'Who needs iron? For all your spells and hexes...not one of you could ever take a punch'. Wanda rubs her jaw following the impact of the punch, and asks 'Ready to take mine?' to which Scythia utters 'Oh... you've rebuilt your shop'.
Indeed, The Emporium suddenly re-appears – right on top of Scythia – with a massive CRASH as The Emporium connects with the ground. 'You really went full Wizard of Oz' Darcy remarks. 'Never met him' Wanda  smiles. 'ENOUGH!' Scythia shouts as she bursts up through the floor of The Emporium and hurls the blade at the end of the chain towards Wanda, it strikes the ground at her feet. 'Run Darcy!' Wanda exclaims. 'Isn't that your brother's gig?' Darcy jokes. 'For the next five seconds...it's yours' Wanda responds as she casts a spell that enables Darcy to move quickly. 'I'll never say a bad thing about Pietro again not his annoying mouth not even his scientifically perfect ass!' Darcy responds as she speeds away.
'Let's see you enchant her feet with a blade through your entrails!' Scythia suggests as her blade seems to pierce Wanda's stomach – but with a simply hex thje blade breaks away and Wanda is unharmed. 'Behave, Scythia. Don't make me drop my shop on you again' Wanda replies. 'You want to joke?' Scythia snarls. 'LET US LAUGH TOGETHER' Scythia shouts as she runs towards Wanda and slams her into the side of another building, which begins to crumble from the impact. 'No' Wanda utters. 'You could've yielded, Maximoff. I can drop houses too...when pushed, and you? You'd risk all these lives...just to fail to save one' Scythia exclaims. Wanda sees civilians in the building, in danger of being crushed when the building collapses.
'Help! You've got to help!' someone calls out. Wanda casts a spell which extracts the trapped civilians from the building and places them safely on the ground. 'What?' one of them calls out. 'We – we're alive?' another asks. Wanda tells everyone that it is okay, that they are safe. 'Safe? All we had just turned to leaves and blew away...' a woman utters. Wanda tells the woman that she knows, and that she can't replace what was lost, not exactly. She casts another spell, and assures all of the civilians that if the next thing they do with these hands is buy a lottery ticket, each of them will win.
Suddenly: 'You'd lower your guard so easily?' Scythia asks as she smashes a fire hydrant across Wanda's face, knocking Wanda's tiara from her head. 'For them?' Scythia snaps as she kicks Wanda to the ground, suggesting that perhaps they are both prisoners of duty – but that Wanda's are the greater chains. 'I've lifted plenty' Wanda snaps as she gets to her feet, looking very unimpressed as she approaches Scythia, who admits that Wanda is powerful, more powerful than she may ever be. 'But you spread your loyalties too thin. You can be pressed – and you can be beaten!' Scythia exclaims as she hurls the worry stone towards Wanda with furious force – striking Wanda's shoulder, the worry stone passes through Wanda's shoulder as if it was a bullet.
Wanda drops to the ground, and Scythia stands over her, declaring that once Darcy is dead, and the burden satisfied, they will no longer be enemies. 'But when your wounds ache in the cold...you will think of me'. Wanda calls out to Scythia, who rolls her eyes: 'What is it? Enough -' she begins, before vanishing through a portal which Wanda opens beneath her. 'Honestly? I'd rather not think about you at all' Wanda declares.
A moment later, Scythia emerges from the portal – on the outskirts of Lotkill. 'Infuriating. Here in the manure wilds, dueling a witch to shame Hera...for the damn fool Daughters of Enyo' Scythia complains. She turns around and starts to walk back to Lotkill, dragging her chain behind her. 'All this for an unhinged sect I'd rather soon forget -' she begins, before slamming into a mysterious forcefield. 'A sphere of protection? For the love of -' Scythia begins, as she starts to slam her fist into the force field – but it does not break. 'Maximoff. A witch to shame Hera...there can be no doubt'.
Back in the center of Lotkill, Wanda turns and notices Darcy has returned. 'You should be miles away' Wanda tells her, looking down at the worry stone. 'That'd sure make it hard to check on you' Darcy replies, joking that it turn's out Jarnette's rock is a real pain in the ass. 'In my shoulder, actually' Wanda replies, noting that it pierced her spells like a bullet. She holds the worry stone up and looks at it, deciding that they can't afford this metal's mystery any longer.  Darcy adjusts her broken glasses and tells Wanda that she needs her to know that she is sorry for bringing Scythia to her door. 'I never wanted you risking your life for mine. You or anyone. You... you know I was on the run when I fell through the last door...you don't know why' Darcy remarks.
Darcy Lewis rubs her head as she informs Wanda that Scythia was right – she infiltrated the Daughters of Enyo as a journalist – a desperate journalisty. She had made mistakes, ran a story she knew was true – but she was green, didn't wait to verify her sources and got herself fired. She got canned a few more times, hunting for a comeback, got reckless, but didn't care. She explains that she had heard of the Bacchae, most women have, but that the Daughters of Enyo were out of control – and death was the only penalty they had, no matter the crime. She thought she could expose them, would be enough to redeem her byline – it was going fine, and she almost made it to initiation, then they found her notes, and it was she who was facing death. Darcy apologizes to Wanda and admits that she killed that sect sister. 'In self-defense. And that sole act does not define you' Wanda responds, extending a hand to Darcy, who takes her hand. Wanda remarks that all is not as Scythia sees it, but that she no longer matters, as she isn't here. 'As long as you're in Lotkill... you are beyond the Bacchae's reach'.
At the edge of Lotkill, a cracking, chomping noise can be heard as the sun sets and darkness falls that noise is from the tunneling that Scythia is doing. Tunneling through the earth under the surface of Lotkill. 'Hours wandering the border of this druge of a village with no way in...but finally, a way under and there, a boon. A hunt of alchemy. A sign that the fates favor me' Scythia tells herself. 'A pocket, deep and long. Of the very rock that broke your spells. The ornament alone drew your blood. Imagine what I'll do with this' Scythia declares as she creates an entire armor of the mysterious worry stone. Scythia looks mad, and tells Wanda Maximoff to prepare herself. 'The next round is mine'.


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The town line of Lotkill, New York. The town of Lotkill is currently surrounded by a protection field thanks to the Scarlet Witch – but the Warrior Woman called Hippolyta, currently known as Scythia, is smashing her fist repeatedly into the mystical protection field, over and over – until suddenly, it shatters. 'So much for your dome, Maximoff. Scythia's coming' the powerful Warrior Woman grins as she steps back into Lotkill wearing a special armor she has fashioned from a powerful rock.Wamnda Maximoff a.k.a. the Scarlet Witch frowns on people trying to kill her friends, such as Scythia who is currently trying to kill Darcy Lewis, a young woman working at The Emporium, Wanda's curio store. A store which was destroyed in battle and Wanda is currently bending reality around her to restore her beloved Emporium, while Darcy watches in awe. 'Damn, Wanda. Almost like we didn't have to spend the night in a hotel' Darcy comments. 'Hotel and infirmary, Darcy' Wanda corrects her companion, reminding her that Scythia hurt people. Wanda included. Wanda notes that remaking a shop is easy, while Trust is harder to heal. 'Speaking of -' Darcy begins, before noticing that Wanda's bandaged shoulder is bleeding. 'It's nothing' Wanda responds. 'Like hell, Wanda. Finish the door... then get inside' Darcy exclaims.Shortly, inside the restored Emporium, Wanda sits on a chair, while Darcy approaches her with a first aid kit. 'Please, it's less than a flesh wound' Wanda remarks, adding that she has fought Thanos. 'I don't know her' Darcy retorts. Wanda points out that a healing charm could mend the wound in seconds, but Darcy frowns and tells Wanda that she can charm herself after she has changed the bandage. 'Darcy, this is hardly -' Wanda begins, but Farcy slams the first aid kid down on a table and tells Wanda that this is necessary. 'It's necessary. Scythia came for me. You're throwing down with the murder princess for me. These arev real stakes for me. So let me help you' Darcy exclaims. Wanda looks sincere as she assures Darcy that she won't argue.While Darcy changes the bandage, Wanda remarks that the low form of Mysterium keeps repelling her magic. 'It's a dangerous mystery' Wanda adds as she looks at the mysterious worry stone that has been in her possession for some time now. 'Sure. And we'll write one banger of a mineralogy epic if we survive this, but -' Darcy starts to reply, before a voice can be heard shouting 'LOOK OUT! SHE'S NOT STOPPING!' Wanda asks Darcy for a moment, and notes that she needs to step outside. Wanda does so, and sees Scythia piloting a helicopter – straight towards the Emporium. 'That's right, Witch. Your squire owes blood to the Bacchae... and I will yet see it spilled!' Scythia shrieks. 'Not time...to be gentle!' the wide-eyed Wanda realizes as she casts a spell upwards towards the approaching chopper – causing the chopper to explode in a fiery display, and sending Scythia careening out towards the ground, which she skids across upon impact, her armor of Mysterium protecting her.'Darcy fought back against a Bacchae butcher. You don't want to be doing this Scythia...do don't' Wanda calls out. 'Your pup killed a sworn sect sister. And still you insult me with talk?' Scythia snarls as she runs towards the Scarlet Witch. 'I did try' Wanda responds as she unleashes a powerful surge of energy towards Scythia, bathing her in crimson energy. Wanda hovers in the air, and once the energy fades, Scythia looks up at Wanda and licks her lips. 'Cute. And far more like it' Scythia utters as she leaps into the air and punches Wanda hard in the face: 'Show me your spells, Witch!' Scythia exclaims. Wanda tries to get Scythia to wait, but it's no use, and Scythia tells Wanda to do her worst, that it won't matter. 'Anything you make – I break!' Scythia boasts as she snaps a hex-sword and punches through another hex-weapon that Wanda conjures, even hex-armor, Scythia punches through it, and smacks Wanda in the face once more.'You've lost your sting. A bauble of this rock drew your blood. Now an armor made from it brings you to your knees' Scythia exclaims as she shoves her knee into Wanda's stomach, finally dropping Wanda to the ground. Scythia stands over Wanda, who asks 'Where could you find so much...' to which Scythia snaps 'You'll never know. And you cannot stop this. Darcy Lewis will die for her crimes' and boasts that Wanda's magic cannot touch her, that she has nothing to hold her back. 'No weapons left' Scythia adds. 'Not quite...I've still got two' Wanda responds as she gets to her feet and holds up her fists, ready to fight Scythia hand-to-hand. 'Yes. Of course you do. The much-feared hands of a spellweaver. I quake' Scythia mocks. Blood splattered across her face, Wanda narrows her eyes and corrects Scythia: 'The fists of an Avenger. Trained by the best'.'Not our best' Scythia smirks – but as Scythis goes in for a punch, Wanda dodges her, surprising the Warrior Woman. 'You want to break chains, Scythia? Start with your own!' Wanda exclaims as her fist connects with Scythia's face, drawing blood. 'You dare speak of my burden?' Scythia grins, revealing a tooth has been knocked out. 'My obligation to my people!' Scythia declares as she head-butts Wanda. Scythia reminds Wanda gthat Darcy Lewis deceived and cut down one of the Bacchae, and while her sect had long lost its way, she was family – and blood demands blood. 'Says who?' Wanda asks as she grabs Scythia's mouth. 'Centuries of tradition. A code molded by a coven of mothers' Scythia responds, before grabbing Wanda's hair and dragging her behind her as she starts to run. 'Duty trumps desire. Imagine the lives saved if you'd know your place' Scythia suggests. 'What I do here, I do...because I must!' Scythia shouts as she slams Wanda to the ground.Scythia holds up a blade she has fashioned from the Mysterium as she stands over Wanda and boasts that the Bacchae will survive, that an outraged scribe like Darcy Lewis won't change that – any more than a sad sorceress with a weakness to enchanted ore. Wanda looks up nervously at the blade as Scythia informs her that she made it for her, born of her own two hands. 'It will take your life. No magic can stop that. So one last time...yield Lewis or die' Scythia declares. 'I'll never accept that choice!' Wanda responds as she rolls away from Scythia. 'You have no choices left' Scythia responds as she shoves the blade into Wanda's side. Wanda grins as she remarks that she does have a choice, and that in fact, she just made one. Scythia shoves the blade into Wanda's side, drawing blood and dropping Wanda to her knees. Scythia holds Wanda up and replies 'Oh yes. You've chosen death... when you could've lived'. Through gritted teeth, a determined Wanda replies 'Not yet, Scythia. But almost. And I think you'll see... if death is the path taken...we'll walk it together'.Scythia goes wide-eyed, blade still in Wanda's side, while Wanda touches Scythia's face, unprotected from the armor, to which Wanda suggests to Scythia that she should have armored her chin. 'No... if you wished me dead, you'd have vaporized me in our first duel' Scythia points out.  Wanda tells Scythia that she was giving her a chance, hoping that Scythia wouldn't push her to this point. 'If you make me choose between our lives and Darcy's...you won't like the answer' Wanda states, adding that the Bacchae don't need to lose their founder, that there is still time. 'Do you want to die for your duty... or live for your people?' Wanda asks. Scythia closes her eyes, then asks Wanda what it is she suggests.The women separate, 'Healing, Scythia. I suggest healing' Wanda responds as she casts a spell which washes around herself and Scythia, healing wounds and removing blood. Even the injury on Wanda's shoulder heals. Scythia is shocked, 'You...you could have mended yourself at any time?' she asks. 'And you. The rock repels magic. Our wounds don't' Wanda responds. Wanda explains that she needed Scythia to know that the stakes were real for her. 'Duty dictates you must avenge a Bacchae death, even if your lost sister was unjust. You must kill the killer, even if she is just. You don't want to hunt Darcy...you must' Wanda explains. Wanda reminds Scythia that she said the Bacchae break chains – they liberate. 'I heard you, Scythia. I spent ages doing what I thought I had to do. Finally, I asked... why? So your code worked for thousands of years. Does it work now?' Wanda asks, adding that Scythia founded the Bacchae, and asks her to do what she wishes she had done so much sooner – gather her people, convene a coven of mothers, and if they don't like the tradition, then change it.Scythia's tense fisted hand suddenly opens, as if she is about to shake Wanda's hand, which is outstretched towards her. '...Perhaps. But if the Bacchae are to change... it will be for them alone to decide' Scythia utters, clenching her fist once more. Scythia turns from Wanda, announcing that there is much to consider, but that she does not answer to her, or these people. 'You all have your lives. That is the same as having my respect' Scythia utters. 'You seem sure I'll let you leave with that low Mysterium on your back' Wanda remarks. Scythia smirks and asks the Scarlet Witch 'Would it frighten you for one such as me to have a check against one such as you?' Scythia begins to remove the Mysterium armor, and tells the Scarlet Witch that they are no longer enemies, and as such she no longer needs the armor. 'If we d battle again, I can at least give you a fair shot... and start from Scratch' Scythia remarks as she turns and walks away, passing several civilians who look on, confused.'So... it's over? She's really gone? I'm safe?' a nervous Darcy Lewis asks as she emerges from The Emporium. Wanda floats towards Darcy and tells her that she has been safe from the moment she ran through her door, not that they didn't have to work for it a bit. Darcy doesn't know what to say, and remarks that she has been living on stolen time. 'I never expected more. Never thought I'd live past the end of Scythia's blade. I mean...now what?' Darcy asks. 'Now you're scared. You're at a low with no idea how to dig yourself out' Wanda responds. 'And all you're sure of is that there's no way back up the light. You're where I've been far to often, Darcy. But there is a way up. And we'll find it – together. Now...how does that sound?' Wanda asks Darcy.'Sounds good, Wanda. Sounds real good' Darcy responds as she throws her arms around Wanda and hugs her. They walk side-by-side and Darcy tells Wanda that there is no need to get emotional, not in front of potential customers. Darcy asks Wanda if she could eat. 'You think I'm honorable, but you've never seen me attack a breakfast sandwich' Darcy exclaims. 'You're...hungry? I've got a town to rebuild!' Wanda remarks. Darcy tells Wanda to wiggle her nose and nod her head. 'Blood feuds wear me out' Darcy grins. 'You just saved my life! You seriously want me to starve to death?' 'Clearly not' Wanda assures Darcy as she continues on down the street, her magics rebuilding the street as they go, to the amazement of the locals.'And hey, do me a favor? Get that diner up and running first' Darcy asks Wanda 'That's where they forge the egg, the ham and the cheese. Don't worry, I'm buying' Darcy assures Wanda, who reminds Darcy that she pays her. 'Relax! I've been skimming off the top since day one. Which reminds me...does my life need to be in imminent danger to work at your shop?' Darcy asks. Wanda tells Darcy that there is no such requirement, to which Darcy announces that she has been thinking she could stay on. Darcy pulls the low Mysterium worry stone out of her pocket and reminds Wanda that it can hurt her, and that there is more of it. 'I'm no witch, but I'm a hell of a reporter. You took me in, Wanda...no questions asked. So let me ask you some questions. Let me investigate this rock. Deal?' Darcy asks, while Wanda looks nervously at the worry stone.Wanda hangs her head, before telling Darcy that she is on, and that as for the diner, it will be a moment rebuilding itself. 'Want to take the scenic route?' Wanda smiles. 'Hell yes, lady. Hell yes' Darcy grins, before taking Wanda's hand, as Wanda levitates into the air, magic swirling around her. She is the Scarlet Witch, and she takes joy where it finds her – because something is always lurking.Elsewhere, two drunk jocks stumble across a hillside, when one of them notices a cave. 'Dude! Is that, like, a cave? You want in?' he asks. 'Hell yeah, son. I'm never not going in!' the other replies. As they enter the cave, they hear a strange tapping sound. 'You hear that?' one of them asks. 'Aren't we, like, alone?' the other responds. Suddenly, a six-pack of beer that one of them is carrying floats up into the air. 'Something's not right, dude! Your six-pack's got opinions, it's -' he begins, before the cans are transformed into jagged weapons which are shoved through both of the jocks – one through the shoulder, the other gets one through his eye. 'Mother of – place's haunted, dude!' the first jock shouts as they turn and run from the cave. 'Haunted?' a voice calls. 'Perhaps it is. Perhaps I'm a ghost. What else do you call those... who refuse to stay dead?' exclaims the man called Joseph, sitting on a makeshift throne, while wearing one of Magneto's old helmets....