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viii. into eternity

viii. into eternity

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CONVERGENCE - London, England - 2013

I look up at Malekith with a mixture of horror and disbelief, unsure if I should say something back. In my head I'm denying it all, relentlessly exclaiming that I have no idea what he's talking about and that I'm just here to help my friend. But with the way the Aether's power keeps swirling around me, like a monsoon forming, I know it's useless to try and convince Malekith that my powers have become seemingly a part of the Aether itself as if they were made from the same recipe. I inhale slowly, lifting my head to look at Malekith who peers down at me, head tilted to the side.

"I-I just want to help my friend." I breathe, feeling ridiculous that I'm trying to negotiate with one of Asgard's oldest enemies. But my power combined with the strength of the Aether's pull makes for a dangerous mixture, so much so that I'm seeing stars on the edges of my vision again.

Malekith lands a kick to my side, causing me to topple to the side, crying out as pain shoots through my leg. "You are weak. You do not know how to wield your power." He says to me, the wind biting at my skin, causing every inch of my body to shiver.

"At least I have power," I grunt, clutching my sides. "I don't have to mess with dangerous entities that I know nothing about to be powerful."

"Why have you come here? Where is the origin of your power?" Malekith ignores my insult, instead continuing to question me, stepping closer and closer.

"I don't...I don't know..." I admit, that awful feeling of helplessness washing across me again. "I lost my memories. I don't know what happened, I don't know who gave them to me."

"The Aether calls to you."

"Look buddy, I don't know what you're talking about. Just take what you want from me and leave the others alone." I bite back, the wind carrying a few strands of my hair into my face.

"You don't know what this is, do you?" Malekith asks me, his tone sounding almost amused. A smile flickers on the edges of his mouth.

"Should I?" I cock my head to the side.

"You are afraid."

"Gee, I wonder why." I grumble, lifting myself up into a kneeling position. I meet Malekith's dark gaze with my own determined one. Desperately, I grasp at the strands of time, strengthening my hold on them indefinitely.

As I quickly try to formulate my plans, a voice suddenly comes through my earpiece. "Lady Amy? What's happening right now? Are you alright?"

Hearing Thor's concerned voice, answering my silent cries for help somehow awakens something in me, the power surging up in me, rocketing itself forward, and before I can stop it, I'm back on my feet, throwing everything I have into my abilities. The timelines converge, blasting Malekith a good distance away from me once more, giving me enough time to get back on my feet. A chill runs through my body and I look down to see the remnants of the Chitauri curse melting away like ice on a summer's day. Turns out our theories were correct; the curse was there to force me to use my powers and make them stronger so that I, in turn, would become stronger too. Whatever the Aether has to do with any of this is beyond me but I could care less about that.