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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The next morning, she rose and dressed in the Talokanil clothing laid out for her. It was a similar color to the one before, but a deeper teal with satin trim and white and peach shell beading. They brought her fruit for breakfast and she ate hungrily, realizing she had consumed nothing since yesterday afternoon.
When she was finished, she waited in the cave for Namor to return and escort her back home. Rhiannon hadn't fully fleshed out a plan yet. She knew that when she returned, Shuri and the queen would want to hide her from the world until they could find a cure or a better plan. She wondered if Thor was alive. Since she hadn't heard from him in so many years, she assumed he was dead like his brother. She could go to New Asgard and talk to Valkyrie, but then she knew she'd be putting them in danger. If Old Asgard hadn't been destroyed, the solution would be simple. Thor could have taken her there and she would live in relative peace among the Asgardians.
She sat on the Talokanil bed, anxious. Memories of last night flooded her mind and she tried, unsuccessfully, to suppress a smile. There was definite bruising on her thigh and pelvis, her middle was sore and her voice was raspy. Her middle tingled as she recalled the intense pleasure Namor provided. Another thought crossed her mind. If Wakanda hid her away, they would also be forced to go to war with Namor and the people of Talokan. How else would they stop him from seeking her out to weaponize?
"I'm trusting you will uphold your end of the deal," Namor's voice sounded at the mouth of the cave. He was dressed in his green shorts and carried his spear, ready to swim her to the surface. "Assure me I'm no fool."
She rose and walked to him, pressing herself against his damp chest. Rhiannon cupped his face in her hands and smiled. "I will speak to the queen. You have my word."
Namor studied her for any hint of deception. Finding none, he placed his hand on top of hers, pressing it firmer against his face.
In a softer tone, he asked, "Will you return?" He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand before sliding it to his chest. Placing it over his heart, his gaze changed to one of hope. "Or is this the end of us?"
Before she could respond, two of Namor's soldiers leapt from the waters and into the cave behind him.
"My king, there is trouble," one of the men said. Namor released her and turned to his men.
"What is it?"
"A ship hovers above in the ocean near our main source of vibranium."
"Wakandan?" Namor asked.
"No, my king. We think it's French."
Darkness settled on him as he realized it may be too late to find the weapon he sought. Rhiannon could feel his rage again.
"Gather some men and the sirens. Lure them off the ship and into the depths first. All others, leave to Attuma and Namora."
The men bowed and jumped back into the waters, away from the cave. Namor gestured toward the suit she wore to swim to the ocean's depths.
"I need to see about my people," he said. "But first, I will see you home."
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She trailed Namor and two of his guards from Talokan. Though still very deep below, she could see the shadow of the ship the men spoke of earlier. Bodies floated around the surface while some were suspended in the murky waters. Rhiannon couldn't hear it, but she assumed the sirens called more French soldiers to their deaths.
Suddenly, as they were swimming away from the ship, five French men in diving suits intercepted them! Namor's men fought them off, their bodies twisting in the dark waters. Three of the Frenchmen produced underwater lasers that they fired at Namor and his guards. When they did this, they struck Rhiannon's suit and it began to leak air and fill with water. More French soldiers found them, firing and wrestling Namor's men.
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The lasers killed two Talokanil soldiers. Rhiannon tried to get Namor's attention during the battle. She began pushing her way to the surface, remembering the dangers of surfacing too soon from such a depth. But she couldn't stay put and drown. The suit filled fast and in the commotion, two French soldiers spotted her and grabbed her arms. She tried to fight them off as she pointed to the hole in her suit. They didn't seem to care as they jerked her away from Namor who was engrossed in the underwater battle.
She could feel the freezing water on her skin. Her helmet cracked and more water entered. Panic filled Rhiannon as she clawed at the suit, peeling it off so that she could maneuver away from the Frenchmen and toward the surface for air. They grabbed her roughly once she was out of the metal and jerked her upward. She had mere seconds to get some air.
Rhiannon considered allowing the change to take place and for the darkness she could sense off Namor, to fill her. It would bring forth that destructive force that devoured all, but that force would save her life as she took on immortal qualities during the state.
As she considered this, a Talokanil soldier wrestled the French soldiers away from her and pulled her as fast as possible toward the surface. When her head broke through, she inhaled deeply, thankful for the life that entered her lungs. She was near the French ship and all around her were bodies, both Talokanil and French. Namor broke the surface right behind her, and the look on his face was fear and rage. When he saw that she was ok, he swam to her and lifted her out of the water and onto the French ship.
There, the Talokanil soldiers had successfully captured the captain of the vessel along with about a dozen prisoners. All other Frenchmen aboard were dead.
Rhiannon worked to catch her breath and regain her senses after nearly drowning. This seemed to infuriate Namor even more.
He studied her and could see some scratches on her arm from where the underwater Frenchmen grabbed her roughly. Another scratch was along her chin.
He turned to the French soldiers who were forced to kneel with their hands cuffed behind their backs. They watched Namor in fear of what he'd do next. Attuma and Namora were ordered back into the water to organize the gathering of the Talokanil dead, leaving Namor and the French soldiers together.
Rhiannon still clung to him, her legs unsteady. He waited until she could stand on her own.
"I will take a head for every scratch I find on her." Namor spoke in perfect French. He then returned Rhiannon.
The wound on her chin and the one on her forearm, he saw. A thin trail of blood seeped through her dress near her collarbone. He used his finger to slide the dress over, exposing the small wound.
He turned his angry gaze back to the Frenchmen. "That's three."
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