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Okay! So I know the picture is wandavision but the interaction Asha has on the ancestral plane is a visual interpretation of the picture! ! You'll understand when you start reading!  Enjoy! (1,726 words!)



The sound  of my heartbeat was the only thing I heard as moments of my life flashed before me. I watch myself as I relive my happiest moments, but also my saddest ones. It felt strange to watch my own life before me. Looking at myself from the outside really changes how I think about myself vs what I feel when I am in my body.

In this moment, I didn't feel my body or my physical being.  I felt as if I was just a spirit re-watching my life.  Examining, and observing if my life had held any meaning.  

Most of my life, I had felt internally lost inside. It had felt amazing to be apart of a nation that held so much power. At the same time, I had  felt I was missing a huge piece of myself. 

Not having my mother in my life, affected me in a way I didn't want to admit. I had no knowledge of her, only that she had birthed me. It wasn't my babas fault. It never was.

He was heartbroken, and it hurt him even more to try to tell me about her. My whole life it had only been just me and my baba. Our small broken family. 

My passion for fighting was something that I enjoyed doing. I found joy in fighting for the nation I loved. Something about it ignited fire in my belly. 

As the memories  continue I see a glimpse of Namors face and instantly feel happy.  I couldn't understand the amount of  energy that surged through me when I saw his face. He brought an unfamiliar feeling to me when I was near him.

I had never understood love completely, but I knew now it was something that my baba and mother shared.  And I'm pretty sure I held love for Namor. 

Memories with Namor start to slow down, capturing the purest moments between us.  My heart beat starts to slow, making it even more intense to watch. 

Flashes of the ocean, ocean shore  and  sunrises start to appear in my vision. It was peaceful and serene. 

I suddenly find myself standing on the beach in my physical form. I look down at myself  feeling myself ,and then up to the beautiful purple skies. 

I was back on the ancestral plane. 

But it looked different. 

I start to see a familiar white light approach me, a few miles from the ocean. I squint my eyes as It appears to be a orb.

As It gets closer, I stare at it.

It glows and suddenly becomes bigger. In the light I see a figure of a woman. She holds her hands out to the side as if she's controlling the light source.  I couldn't really see what she looked like. but just her silhouette. 

"Who are you?" I ask as I put my hand up to block the bright light from my eyes.

The figure doesn't say anything but becomes closer to me. I take a step back, hesitant on what it was going to do.  

"Do not be afraid,  this is your destiny." I hear a ethereal voice say.

"What do you mean?" I ask. "Who are you?" I ask again. 

Its silent for a moment, until the woman waves her hands and she is placed on her feet. The light around her still shines, but now I see her clear as day and  I gasp.

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