Multiverse Of Magic - sequel to Wandavision First Born

And so it begins...

I gasped, below us was the rotted corpse of the other Steven strange, all mangled and decaying like he'd been dead for weeks.
Stephen knelt down next to the other him.
"It wasn't a dream..."
"Well she did try to tell you." I muttered.
The girl turned away, clearly this was all getting to be a lot for her.
"That means...dreams are windows into the lives of our multiversal selves." Steven said.
The girl turned to face us, "That was his theory."
"So that recurring nightmare where I'm running naked from a clown..." Wong started.
"Somewhere out there, it's real." The girl confirmed.
I thought back to my own dreams, like the ones I'd had during my road trip with Agatha, often they'd been of me with my family. My mom and brothers, living happily.

"There could be more creatures coming for her." Wong said.
"This power is dangerous enough in the hands of a kid." Strange whispered, "imagine if a real threat acquired it. "
The girl backed up nervously.
"Wait," I said, "wee don't even know your name." She glanced at Wong and Stephen anxiously but seemed to find comfort in my presence, "America Chavez." She said.
I smiled slightly.
"Miss Chavez, will you come with us to Kamar-Taj?" Wong asked, "you two Miss Maximoff, if something is after America's power it could very well want yours as well. Please," he begged, "you'll be safe there."
As much as Wong seemed nice I knew I'd have a hard time trusting him and Strange, after all the last time I'd let someone in I'd ended up prisoner in a magical dungeon basement.

"How do I know you won't just betray me like he did?" America asked.
"I guess your jsut gonna have to trust me." He said.
America looked down at the other strange and back to the alive one. She had made her decision.
"What about him?" I asked pointing your the dead Doctor Strange, "We can't just leave him rotting out here."
Steven magically unearthed the bricks on the building and put dead Strange inside, before once again covering him up. He was one with the building now.
"The creature that killed him, did it have the same marking as the octopus?" Wong asked.
"They were runes." I said, recognizing them from Agatha's basement.
Stephen nodded, "This isn't sorcery. It's witchcraft. "
"Do we know anyone who's faced such a thing?" Wong asked him.
"I do." I interjected, "My mom, but I've already been looking for her, she wasn't where Agatha said she would be."
"We'll maybe that was because you were with her." Strange said. "Maybe she was waiting for you to escape so she could deal with the witch herself."
"Maybe..." I muttered, but something felt wrong. It was a gut feeling I couldn't shake and it had followed me ever since I'd woken up."
"Come with me." Stephen said, "We can find your mom together."
"But how, she has protections over her hiding place, you can't get there using magic."
"I can't." He said, "But maybe you can."
"You said you escaped using some sort of portal before. Do you think you can recreate it to get back?"
"I...I don't know, it was all a blur really."
"Try." Wong said.
I closed my eyes and focused hard. I wanted to remember the feeling of escape. The primal need to get away. Fear filtered through me but I pushed it out, and before me a tear in our world appeared.
"Common," I said, "I might not be able to hold it for very long."
"I'll take America to Kamar-Taj." Wong assured Strange, meet us there once you have Wanda."
"Alright." Stephen said, and with that we walked through.

In the portal there was a moment where all we saw was light, and then we ripped though, like a pencil tearing into a piece of paper.
As I looked around I saw the familiar field of apple blossom trees and sheep.
And something else. My mom.
"MOM!" I screamed and ran into her arms. She stared at me in shock before embracing me back.
"I knew you'd come back."
"I missed you." I cried, holding onto her tightly.
"Why weren't you here before?"
"When I saw you with Agatha I knew you were in danger, so I made sure you got away before dealing with her."
I pulled away slightly.
"What do you mean dealing with her, what did you do?"
My mom smiled but her eyes remained dark.
"I sent her back to Westview love, where she belongs."
Something about the way she said it sounded ominous, but I was so happy to see her I didn't dwell on it.
"Wanda," strange interrupted, "I'm not here to talk about Westview, we need your help."
Mom put her arm around me and I felt a twinge of sadness, I sorta expected her to ask me more questions about how I was. But I guessed this was more importantly
"Help with what?"
"What do you know about the multiverse?" Asked Strange. 
"The multiverse...Vis had his theories," she removed herself from my grasps and began to walk. "He believed it to be real, and dangerous."
"He was right." I told her, ",and we found someone who can actually move through it. A girl." I said, "she's my age and she's being hunted by something. It wants to steal her powers for itself."
My mom looked at me intently, "really?" She asked, but I didn't sense concern in her voice.
"We could use an avenger." Strange told her.
"There are other avengers." She replied.
"But your the strongest Mom. I know it."
"It's true Wanda," Stephen said, "your one of the most powerful magic wielders on the planet..."
She chuckled modestly.
"Come with us." I said.
"We'll get you back on the lunchbox." Stephen joked.

My mom looked of into the distance, and I felt a cold wash over me, I tried to push it away but something wasn't right.
"Why don't you bring America here." She offered. My heart stopped.
"Here?" Stephen asked.
"Ya, I know what's it's like to be on your own, hunted for abilities you never wanted, and I can protect her."
Steven stopped walking and I looked at him. We both knew we never told my mom America's name.
Mom looked back coming to the same realization.
"You never told me her name did you?"
"No...no I didn't." Stephen said.
"Mom...How do you know about America?" I asked, but I already knew.
Suddenly everything around us felt more like an illusion. The birds chirping was like nails on a chalkboard and the wind threw the trees an icy call of darkness.
"You know...the Hex was the easy part." Mom said, "the lying, not so much."
She waved her hand and red magic swirled around us. The landscaped of beauty and rich with life was transformed into a vast wasteland, dead trees littered the grounds and the air was red as blood.
Beside my mother floated an all to familiar book.
"The darkhold." I said in time with Strange.
"Mom what are you doing? Why do you have that?"
"That's the book of the damned Wanda, it corrupts everything and everyone it touches." Stephen became tense and still.
"What has it done to you?"
"The darkhold only showed me the truth." She explained.
"Everything I lost, can be mine again. Even my children."
"Mom I'm right here." I pleaded.
"Oh please," she spat, "Did you really think you could fool me Strange, what, with this pathetic illusion of my child."
I felt my heart shatter into a dozen tiny pieces.
"Mom it's no an illusion, it's me. Please..." my voice broke, "please believe me."
I tried to reach for her but she snatched her hand away.
"It's true Wanda," Stephen told her, "I don't know how it's possible but she's alive, and she is your daughter."
My mom glared at me as though I were a stranger.
"Well whatever you are," she said with disdain, "your not mine. Still, your power could be."
I backed away, not recognizing the woman in front of me. She was worse than Agatha.
She turned to Stephen with a hungry glint in her eyes, "You know what I really want."
"What do you need with America." He asked. "What do you want with the Multieverse?"
"I'm going to leave this reality," she said,"and go somewhere I can be with my children...all my children."
I shuddered, that felt like a direct hit at me.
"Wanda your children don't exist." Strange said, "none other than Lorna, and yet despite her miracle you don't believe it?"
"Even if she is my daughter she's not the one I want, clearly my magic took a form of its own, and for all I know she drained the lives of her brothers to bring herself back."
"Mom No! I wouldn't and you know that! Don't you think I want to see my brothers. I do. But not like this. If you hurt America your going to lose us all."
"No I won't." She seethed, "we can be together, just not here."
"Wanda, what your doing is a flagrant violation of every natural law." Stephen said, "and if you take that child's power, she won't survive."
"I don't relish hurting anyone, Stephen. But she's not a child. She's a supernatural being. Such raw power could wreak havoc on this and other worlds. Her sacrifice would be for the grater good."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Mom listen to yourself! Your talking about murdering a kid, this is the kind of thing Agatha would do. So how are you any better than her?"
"Oh please, I'm nothing like her. If anything I'm like you Stephen. After all it's your decision's that led to this. Giving Thanos the time stone for one."
I glanced at Stephen who was pale, "That was war Wanda, I did what I had to."
"You break the rules and become a hero...I do it, and I become the enemy." She said. "That doesn't seem fair."
"So what happens now?" Strange asked her.
My mom side eyed me before speaking again.
"Return to Kamar-taj, and prepare to hand over America Chavez by sundown...peacefully. After that....you'll never see me again
"Mom don't do this." I shouted after her but she didn't listen.
"And if we don't do as you ask?" Strange questioned, stopping her.
My mom turned and a chill went down my spine.
"Then it won't be Wanda for comes for her. It will be the scarlet witch."