Multiverse Of Magic - sequel to Wandavision First Born

We live on

We watched from afar as the rocks and rubble fell, the entire structure collapsed in on itself. Along with flashes of red light and what I could almost sence where screams. I sunk to the ground and buried my face in my lap. A scream ravaged my throat, something animalistic and raw. I banged my firsts on the ground and power raged through me. I let it all out...and then I felt her touch. A hand on my shoulder. America. And I didn't care that I was being selfish. That she had lost too, I let her hold me, and I cried into her arms until the dust settled and I was ready to let go. Wong stood by our side, far after the sun had set and the world was quiet, my mind was anything but...
The pain I felt was unmatched with the worsts tortures in the world. It was loss, and this time I wasn't gone with it.
When the hex had ended and everything faded to black, my loss to disappeared. I never had to feel the excruciating caress of grief, or the deafening silence of a love one lost. But I did now. And everything was stronger than before. My mother was dead...my siblings in another universe, and my father...well I wasn't even sure he'd ever existed. I was alone, orphaned, and perhaps I was destined for a life of pain. But there was still one person left.
America Chavez. A girl i'd only just met but who'd arguably changed my life. And maybe it was the fact that I had no one else, or maybe it was the way she'd held me when everything was lost, but all at once I realized she was my one person left and in my moment of despair I decided that I would never let myself lose her.

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Three weeks later

Losing someone is like climbing a long staircase. You keep walking and walking up, and there's a point where you think there's one more step left, only to be met with the cold and chilling realization that you were wrong. It's like falling in the darkness of eternity, never quiet knowing when the end will come, yet silent praying you don't feel it when you hit the ground.
I have lost a lot for someone who's only be alive a short amount of time. But I have learned that although nothing can ever erase the loss I feel, it is in fact possible to fill the voids left in one's soul with something new.

The first few days without her I felt numb, like something was missing. I though about Agatha, if she knew. The darkhold had been destroyed in every universe and I wonder if that had somehow changed her.
I wondered where I would go, who I would be, what I would become. But in time those answers to came.

After a week had passed Wong and Stephen arranged for America and I to stay at Kamar-taj. They figured that we had a lot of learning to do and that there, with the most skillfully trained sorcerers in the world, we would learn. I knew however that learning to use Eldrige magic was only one piece of the puzzle. If I ever wanted to reach my full potential I'd have to learn them all. But I wasn't ready to see a certain somebody again quiet yet.

Nearing week two some of the pain started to seep through. But in a way, I was glad. Feeling something was better than nothing and at least it allowed me to find tiny specs of joy in life.
My mother had sacrificed herself for us all, and even though she was the cause of the problem I still loved her. A part of me was angry, and guilty. Because feeling was almost like disregarding what she'd done to America, but she was still my mom, and however hurt or mad I was at her nothing could ever erase my love.
America was more sorry for me than anything, I think seeing Wanda so vulnerable had made us all understand why she did what she did. Still it was hard.

By the end of week two I smiled again. Only for a brief moment, but it was a relief to know I still had the ability. I talked to America a lot, a night, in the mornings and pretty much any time the two of us were together. The more time we spent together the closer I felt to her,  like a moth drawn to a flame. I think she thawed me out in a sense, got rid of the numbness that clung to my soul.
She was my first friend, and I was scared I would some how mess things up. But she always seemed to stick by me.

When I woke up on what marked the third week since Wanda had disappeared I did so with a sence of sadness. I knew Stephen had to go back to the sanctum and although Wong was staying it wouldn't be the same. I'd grown used to having them both around, and I guess they were my friends to, so it was sad to see one of them go.

That morning me and America trained with the others, we got sling rings and practiced portal making. There were moments I wanted to give up and just stick to my own magic but I stuck to it, and by the end of the day I made sparks.
That afternoon America and I sat together outside waiting for Strange.
"America," I asked her, "Are you afraid?"
She laughed a little, "After what we went though, I think I'll always be a little afraid."
"I get what you mean." I said, "sometimes I think I'll never feel normal."
She rested her hand on mine, "Atleast we have each other."
I smiled, gazing deep into her eyes.
"Promise me we'll always be friends." I said, "that no matter what we can always count on one another."
She stared back at me, so close I could see every detail of her beautiful face.
"I promise." She replied softly.
I squeezed her hand tight, "One day you and I will find you moms." I said, "I mean it, I haven't forgotten."
She sighed heavily, "You don't have to-"
"I want to." I said hastily, "I want you to be happy."
"I know you miss your mom." She said.
"That's not the point-" I began.
"Lorna...it's okay. I don't hate Wanda, I feel sorry for her, and you...but she did the right thing in the end, and that's all that matters. Maybe in another world, we all could've worked together."
I smiled, it was a nice thought.
"Sometimes I wish we could just leave, and go somewhere this would all be easier. But here, right now...I don't think I'd wanna be anywhere else."
America shifted a little closer. "I like being here with you too."
In that moment I felt like maybe everythingwould be alright.
But beneath it all I started to feel something else. I just didn't know where it would lead quiet yet.

"Hey there's Stephen." America pointed out.
"Oh ya, let's go over."
"Stephen!" I called, he turned and walked over to us.
"We made sparks." America told him.
"Good for you kid." He smirked, "I'm sure your parents would be proud. Hopefully you'll get to show them yourself one day." Me and America smiled halfheartedly.
"Are you leaving already?" I asked
"It's time for me to go." He said, "the sanctum needs me."
"But what about us," I asked, "What if we need you too?"
Stephen sighed softly, "I'll visit." He said.
"Promise?" I asked.
"I promise."
I smiled and nodded, as sad as I was to see Stephen go I knew it was for the best. He was a hero, and the world needed him more than we did.
He turned to leave through his portal but America stopped him.
"Stephen. I'm glad I fell into your universe." She said.
"So am I kid...so am I."
We watched him leave, sad but hopeful. I knew that this wasn't the last time we would see Doctor strange, nor would it be our last adventure in the Multieverse.
America reached for my hand and I took it in my own.
"We'll see him again." I told her, "I can feel it. Plus knowing strange there's gonna be some other crisis any day now."
We laughed together, hers still sounded like music to my ears. "I'm glad I met you America Chavez." I told her.
"I'm glad I met you too Lorna Maximoff, and now maybe we can start our new chapter together?"
"I'd like that very much." I replied, trapped as always in her beautiful brown eyes.
"America, Lorna..." Wong called from a distance, "our next lesson is about to begin."
"Coming!" I called, I wanted this moment alone with America. And it was jsut the two of us...in the whole multiverse.
I didn't know what was to come next. What trials and tribulations lay ahead. Somewhere deep down I knew that I would see Agatha again.. and maybe, just maybe my brothers. As for my mother, something inside me lived on, like a flicker of hope lighting a dark room. The darkhold was gone, and so was Wundacore but that didn't mean Wanda would never return. After all she was the Scarlet Witch, and there was no telling what was to come next. I could only hope that when the time came, I was strong enough to protect the ones I loved.

So I think this is going to be the last chapter for now. I'd also like to point out that grief is a much longer process than portrayed in this chapter and Lorna is still going through it. When I wrote the next book I will be sure to include more of her struggling and dealing with loss, but for now I wanted to end things on a lighter note. I'm not sure when I'll write the next book, maybe when we have more news about House of Harkness or a possible Scarlet Witch Project.
Thanks again for everyone's support and I hope you enjoyed the book!