The Greek goddess of tragic love and chaos. She's known to have a vengeful side.
When her prophecy lands her in a chaotic life, what was she supposed to expect.
As an enemy of The Avengers will they trust her when she's breaking into pieces.
What...
The scene around us changed to 3,200 years ago. It was a biggish town that was under siege by the Legionaries. A Roman army.
The town was on fire and smoke rose from buildings. In the middle of a battle field was me and my lover. Drew, Drew was a warrior in a Greek town called Agora. Me and him both were warriors for the town. I was the only woman out of all the warriors but I get that from my mother. I wore a black cloak with a red detail.
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Black and red doesn't show blood. From across the field where me, Bucky, and Loki were you couldn't tell the younger me was bleeding at all. Me and Drew were fighting in the middle.
We watched as a sword went through her shoulder. A gasp came from her mouth. Drew look a glance at her. In a split second we watched in slow motion... as Drew had a sword go through his stomach.
Younger me kept eye contact with him the whole time. We watched as he fell to the ground.
"IM DONE...." She yelled at the stop of her lungs. She drew out another sword. "Don't play with me... cause your playing with fire" She went into a defensive stance. She circled her opponents. Tears were streaming down her face. Her eyes showed just how broken she was. She spun around, the cloak she wore whipped around with her. Her hair was wet with the blood of her enemies.
She drove the sword through a soldier that was closest to her. Another swung their sword towards her head. She blocked it with her second sword and sliced the neck of him. One by one she killed 15 men. All for a lover.
Once she finished she dropped her swords and ran to Drew. A loud yell came from my young body. "No no no no," She whispered stroking her lovers face.
Wind picked up around her. Tears were still streaming her fragile face. A feminine voice whispered through the trees. This voice was no stranger to me. It was Circe goddess of magic.
"Circe, help him please." She cried in the field.
I was still holding onto Loki. The only difference was I was crying and shaking more.
"Elissa... you know I can't. Your the goddess of tragic love. It's in your name." The voice spoke.
"Then turn it off. I beg of you. Help me turn off my humanity. I can't love if I can't feel emotions" she begged.
"Elissa you realize what you ask of me. Do you not?"
"I know I know, please Circe I can't live like this" she sobbed. Her head fell onto her dead lovers chest.
"As you wish. I'm sorry Elissa." The voice spoke sadly.
We watched as the wind picked up around her. The wind lifted her up into the air. Yellow mist came from her chest and whipped into the sky.
The face that was just sobbing was now dry. Dry of tears, and dry of emotions.
Gently the wind placed her on the ground. Her eyes passed over Drew and remained clean of emotion. She scanned the field of dead body's. Once she found what she was going for she headed straight for it. She walked across the field and picked up her two swords placing them back on her back. She walked back towards her lover.
