Prologue

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She had gone through so much. 

Wanda lost her brother, parents, lover, children, friends and her home. She had nothing. And now that she had the Darkhold, her mind was slowly being corrupted. She couldn't deal with her life anymore. She wanted so desperately to get away. To escape the torturous memories that plagued her distraught mind. 

Wanda had studied the book of dark magic she acquired from Agatha. She wasn't aware that it fed on her suffering, manipulating her thoughts to be that of extremity in the ways of gaining her happiness back, but she ploughed through. Whilst the book prodded her mind with the idea of casting another hex to bring her family back, Wanda knew better. She had caused so much agony on innocents in Westview, something Vision and Pietro wouldn't have accepted if they were still with her. So, she was back to square one. What could she do to escape her prison? The final page in the Darkhold mentioned a spell to enter the Multiverse, but didn't do much to explain what that was. Even though she was missing vital information, Wanda decided that if she ended up stranded in some hellish place, or that she ended up passing on, it would be better than her life currently.  She was aware how bad it sounded to find dying better than living, but she would do anything if it meant she could escape the constant strain the world caused on her mind as it made moving on so difficult, not that she could ever truly do so. Being struck with tragedy from such a young age made it hard to experience a normal life. Wanda was so focused on revenge for the majority of her young life, that she allowed herself to be experimented on and have her country be destroyed, leaving millions stranded as they had lost a part of their identity, something she lost with them. 

Putting a stop to her reminiscence, Wanda prepped herself for the spell. She sat down with her legs crossed over, and began reading the incantation from the Darkhold. Red energy began to surround her and obscure her view of the outside world as she soon lifted up into the air, accompanied with a strong breeze blowing through her faded ginger hair. Once the last word fell from her lips, there was an explosion of scarlet magic.



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