Namor wants to burn the world, but he needs help to do it. He's in search of ancient magic that is rumored to be in Wakanda...in the form of a woman who doesn't know the power she possesses. Or at least she pretends not to.
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Namor left her in the cave. He needed to address his people and she, being an outsider, was not allowed in the throne room. She wouldn't have the privilege of seeing him as the god king before his people. Rhiannon accepted that, though admittedly she was intrigued.
She changed into her shorts and shirt, crawled into the Talokan bed and covered herself with the thick leaves, surprised at their comfort. The glow worms cast a soft blue light inside the cave and Talokanil women brought vibranium rocks that glowed bright orange and emitted fireless heat for warmth. They also brought hot tea for her to drink. She thanked them, hoping they would understand her English. When they frowned, confused, she bowed instead and put her hand over her heart. This, they understood and returned the gesture before leaving her alone.
The cave hummed with the sound of water and she sipped her tea until the weariness of the long day hit her. Yawning, she lay back down and relaxed until she fell asleep.
"Ki'ichpan ko'olelo'. Ajen. Yaan in bisikech tin wotoch bejla'e'." Namor's voice was soft and deep. Rhiannon opened her eyes to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing hair from her face. She couldn't have been asleep but for a few hours. Because of the time she spent on the run in countries like Belize and Guatemala, she understood what he said.
Beautiful woman. Wake up. I will take you home now.
She blushed and sat up, facing him. "Just like that? You trust me?"
"Should I not?" He frowned.
"I'll do what I said I would. I'll convince Wakanda to help you." She was suddenly aware of how close they were and the heat between them. Namor was shirtless with a deep red robe with gold shoulder plating. His pants matched, and the jade earring and turquoise and white shell beads around his bicep accented his loungewear. He looked comfortable and relaxed and the colors were becoming of a king.
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"You look tired." He touched her chin and again ran his thumb across her lips. It was quick, but he lowered his eyelids lustfully before meeting her eyes again. "Perhaps it would do you good to rest here for the night and I'll return you in the morning."
She was relieved, though she tried not to show it. Truthfully, she wasn't ready to leave yet. She knew if she returned to Wakanda, they would move her to somewhere safe. An undisclosed location where she'd never be found. Rhiannon reminded herself that she was the thing Namor sought. The weapon he wanted to use to defend his people. She began to wonder how much he knew.
"Will you tell me about the thing that you're looking for? What is it? A gun? A bomb?" She touched his arm.
He looked at her hand as though deciding if it was ok for her to touch him. She contemplated removing it, but he softened and began his story.
"There were rumors of old magic. A power that harnessed the darkness and sucked the life out of all that were near. It would rise into the sky and blot out the sun, and the more hate and fear it feeds upon, the greater the destruction."
