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"The Word of Gods," Wong said, handing me a thick, brown, cloth-bound book, "this book is thousands of years old and contains very powerful magic and knowledge that can result in the manipulation of reality. So please, don't do anything stupid and do not take it out of this room or Merlin himself will come after you and imprison you in a world between realities where you will live out the rest of your days in excruciating pain."

I giggled and sat down, looking at Wong's very serious complexion, "not a joke?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Miss Maximoff is on her way over."

I nodded slowly and looked down at the book again, tracing my hand over the carefully carved-out eye that sat on the front of it. It was closed using a padlock that had just been opened by Wong and the key was left next to me for when I was done. Wanda opened the door to the library and smiled at me holding the book I had been after for the past month.

"Have you opened it yet?" she asked, sitting down next to me, wrapping our feet together under the table.

I shook my head, "I was waiting for you."

She scrunched her nose and smiled sweetly, kissing my shoulder and then looking, waiting for me to open the first page. I took a deep breath and pulled the front cover page away from the rest of the book, feeling the rush of power that was held inside its words.

"Wow," Wanda sighed, "there's a lot of magic in there."

I nodded and felt a rush of dizziness flush over.

"Hey," Wanda quickly said, "are you okay?"

I nodded slowly as my eyes fluttered close, "I feel really lightheaded."

"You look very faint, maybe we should come back to this later," she suggested, cupping my cheek.

I shook my head, "I'm doing this now."

"Okay," she whispered, holding tightly onto my hand as I flicked through the pages with my other hand, reading the words very carefully.

A power greater than my own hit me like a gust of wind, I threw my head back as the feeling took over me, my neck cracking as I did. I heard Wanda talking to me, trying to bring me back down to earth but all I could hear were mumbles, it was like I was being held underwater. When my head shot back up, the pages of the book flicked open to a chapter entitled Celestials.

"Sermo antiquorum, caelestium, incolae vitae ipsius; loquere ad me (The speech of the ancients, the celestials, the inhabitants of life itself; speak to me)," I exclaimed, putting my hands over the pages.

With my mind racing, the colours around me heightening and the powers of all who came before me strengthening, I felt a power drawing me in. Before I could process what was going on, everything went black, and I was back in the space I first saw my big blue man. Sat around me were 7 beings the same size as the one I was fairly familiar with. I walked to the only free chair and floated onto it, furrowing my brows at the scene around me. No one was talking, they were all just watching me.

"Y/N," the familiar blue man greeted, "nice to see you again."

"You too? Although I still don't know your name," I replied.

"Nezzar," he smiled, "this is Hargen, Tefral, Gammenon, Arishem, Jemiah, Eson, Oneg, and Ziran ... the celestials."

I looked forward at the people who surrounded me and smiled kindly, still utterly confused about what was happening.

"Wait, you're- you're a celestial? This whole time?" I asked, turning to Nezzar with an unamused face.

He nodded with a smirk.