finding wanda: a tale of discovery and trust

"Wanda's book"

As I turned around, I was met with the gaze of a middle-aged woman. She had long blond hair tied back in a ponytail, with the front locks swishing carefree around her face. In one hand, she held a brown bag, and in the other, she had her hand casually tucked into her pocket. Though her expression was initially serious, it transformed into a warm smile as she approached Natasha.

Sam followed the strange woman. "Sorry, tried to talk her out of it, but you know how she is,"

"Bring it in sis," the woman said. As soon as the woman said those words and embraced Natasha, Peter and I exchanged puzzled glances. It seemed like Natasha was just as bewildered as we were about the unexpected appearance of this person.

Trying to make sense of what was happening, I finally managed to utter the word, "Sis?" To our surprise, the woman turned around and let out a laugh while nodding her head. Natasha seemed hesitant and didn't know how to react. "Yelena, why are you here?" she asked.

Yelena looked from us back to her sister who was standing with still a confused expression on her face. "You really thought that you could go on one of those missions, without me keeping an eye on you?," She teasingly says. Natasha shook her head, clearly amused by her younger sister and smirked at her. "Wouldn't it be the other way around tho?," Natasha then teased back.

I suddenly remembered something. "Yelena Belova, right?" I said, a bit too eager. Yelena turned to me with a curious expression and chuckled. "Yep, that's me. And you must be Yn, right?" I nodded, feeling a bit uneasy. She then started to turn around, making sure no one was watching us. Yelena then dropped her bag and unzipped it, looking inside curiously. Despite my lingering anxiety, my curiosity got the better of me and I couldn't help but watch her actions.

The bag was packed with water bottles, first aid kits, and more, but what caught my attention was a familiar book: green with gold letters. I instantly recognized it as Wanda's. Overcome with shock, I exclaimed, "How did you get that book? It belongs to Wanda!" 

Yelena nodded, shaking her head slightly. "You were right; she is quite fiery for a teen," she said, her eyes meeting natasha. I rolled my eyes as they were clearing talking about me.

 She held a gaze of reassurance, "It's in good hands, I promise." Even tho it was hard to let go of the nagging feeling in me, I finally gave in. "Why do you have it with you?," I asked.

As Yelena explained how Wanda had collected information on different magical spells, tricks, and other terms that I didn't understand, it began to make sense. When she mentioned that Wanda had written about this research in her own book, it struck me. 

"So you're saying that this book could help us discover more about Aurora?" I asked, still somewhat confused but slowly starting to piece everything together. Perhaps Yelena was correct. Maybe Wanda had indeed seen this coming, and she had created a spell for the statue as a result.

Standing between them, Natasha, Yelena, and I were deep in conversation. Suddenly, Steve, who was standing infront us, started laughing, a wide grin on his face. Yelena, curious asked with a raised eyebrow, "And what might be so amusing, 'Stevie boy'?" and I laughed at her nickname for steve.

Steve chuckled and explained, "The three musketeers." Sam, standing a few meters ahead, talking to peter, overheard us. clearly enjoying the banter. However, I didn't quite share their enthusiasm for these dad-style jokes. Neither of us three did. 

I felt reassured with yelena now in our group. I knew we wouldn't be defeated easily, especially considering we were now with six. I firmly believed that Aurora wouldn't stand a chance against Wanda any longer. Or...so I thought.

Because while I kept looking trough the pages, my eyes landed one the name in silver letters; AURORA. I took a little breath. A shiver run down my spine as I kept reading what was written by Wanda's handwritten about this mysterious person;

"Aurora, known for her extraordinary power over ice and cold, possesses a rare but potentially dangerous ability. She is a master of her craft, with a deep understanding of her magic and a willingness to wield it. I only just learned about the aspect of this kind. Let alone using it. Her magic not only has the power to make people feel unwell but can eventually lead to serious consequences."

I stopped reading, realizing that the news was bad. We stood little chance. Wanda, as powerful as she was, didn't even understand Aurora's powers fully herself. 

I walked away a bit, trying to process the situation. Natasha called out to me, "yn wait-" but I shook my head, my thoughts consumed by worry for Wanda's safety. We were facing a formidable witch in Aurora, not just some ordinary person. It was clear that she posed a real threat to us... To Wanda.

 But why Wanda? I questioned myself. Why would anyone want to harm a person who has already been through so much, who has done so much good for others, for the people...for me...? I simply couldn't grasp it.

Suddenly, my thoughts were silenced, replaced entirely by a feeling of terror. In the distance, I saw the sight that had haunted me since the first time I'd seen it in my vision. That same, eerie blue magical light. I was right all along; the vision really did mean something. 

As I glanced behind me, I realized I had strayed a bit from the group. The blue light, which somehow sent shivers down my spine, drew my attention once more. The longer I fixated on it, the more I could feel my heartbeat slow. Without hesitation, I found myself slowly stepping towards the mountain on the other side of the waterfall, hidden behind the trees.

The mysterious blue light continued to let tiny flashes fall from the top till the bottom. Right where I were standing My mind filled with Wanda plea for help again. The more i thought about it, the more my fear made space for determination. If Wanda sended me the vision, she should've at least thought there was a change to win this, right? i thought to myself once again.

 Even if it wasn't true, I had to see Wanda one last time. Without giving it a second thought, I found myself taking my first on the mountain, armed with some rope I stole from the others.

The fear was immense, and my heart felt like it was beating faster than ever before, but I couldn't take the wait anymore. Trembling with each step, I pressed forward, uncertain and terrified of losing my footing. Each movement was filled with both determination and terror. Despite my trepidation, I continued on, pushing myself to face my fears and keep moving upward. With each step, I were praying that I wouldn't slip.

Which to my surprise didn't happen. I was getting more confident about it. Thinking to myself I would make it after all, I kept going. but that's where it started to go wrong. As I nearly mis caught my grip, my feet that was resting on a rock, slided to the side and causing me to lose balance.

 Quickly, I tried to hold on to the rope, which let me swing carefree meters above the ground. When I finally fell against the mountain again, I grabbed one of the rocks, making a cut in my hand. Accendently letting go because of the pain, the rope suddenly broke