alwaysyourqueen
Unlucky Member
Wanda Maximoff has been through so much. The years have not been kind to her, and she spends her days thinking about the family she has lost to time. First her brother, lost to a war he should not have been part of. Her husband, to another war he could not escape. Her children, to her own magic weaving a world of deception. Now she is alone, without true friends in the Avengers or family she can have. As she mourns the life she has lost, she came across one truth. She has the power over reality itself. She can choose something else.
The Darkhold gave her many chances, for many options. She found the way to travel between the worlds, connecting with her energy there. Dreamwalking was an option, but so was finding her blood and chasing it through the walls of the universe. It was not precise, and it was not without its dangers. After everything she had been through, she had to try. To find her family, to find a home again. She was so, so alone.
And so the walls came down in front of her. She plunged in, and found the danger of the multiverse intoxicating as it was fraught. She pushed herself through the darkness, through the endless waves of possibility, shaking as she pushed and tugged herself. The first stop she made wasn't the right one — this world had their Wanda, and that Wanda had her sons. They were happy. A type of happy this Wanda had never had. She watched them, for a while, and enjoyed their happiness secondhand. Then she had to move on. She saw half a dozen worlds with her family in them, but all of them had a Wanda. There was no place where she was missing.
Until she reached this world. This world that was ravaged by something. An unknown force from beyond the known universe. All of reality was falling apart. Yet right at the center of it, hidden away, she detected something. The small bastion of safety left was nothing more than a bubble. A lucky chance in a million that a small hovel still remained safe from the carnage, and she could feel something inside. She felt drawn there, as she shielded herself from the onslaught around her.
Wanda was so nervous. She knocked on the door, then considered simply spiriting herself away, leaving them to their eternal isolation. But she couldn't. She had to know.
The Darkhold gave her many chances, for many options. She found the way to travel between the worlds, connecting with her energy there. Dreamwalking was an option, but so was finding her blood and chasing it through the walls of the universe. It was not precise, and it was not without its dangers. After everything she had been through, she had to try. To find her family, to find a home again. She was so, so alone.
And so the walls came down in front of her. She plunged in, and found the danger of the multiverse intoxicating as it was fraught. She pushed herself through the darkness, through the endless waves of possibility, shaking as she pushed and tugged herself. The first stop she made wasn't the right one — this world had their Wanda, and that Wanda had her sons. They were happy. A type of happy this Wanda had never had. She watched them, for a while, and enjoyed their happiness secondhand. Then she had to move on. She saw half a dozen worlds with her family in them, but all of them had a Wanda. There was no place where she was missing.
Until she reached this world. This world that was ravaged by something. An unknown force from beyond the known universe. All of reality was falling apart. Yet right at the center of it, hidden away, she detected something. The small bastion of safety left was nothing more than a bubble. A lucky chance in a million that a small hovel still remained safe from the carnage, and she could feel something inside. She felt drawn there, as she shielded herself from the onslaught around her.
Wanda was so nervous. She knocked on the door, then considered simply spiriting herself away, leaving them to their eternal isolation. But she couldn't. She had to know.
