Amnon Montmartre (Amnon-Selah) got abducted and enslaved by the Kree-Lizard forces while his mother Carol Danvers-Montmartre had to find a way in reuniting with him.
Note: This fanfic is based from the rp which my friends made over a year ago with...
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" Men are what their mothers made them. "
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
(The Next Day: Rouen, France: 9:30 PM)
After a whole day of doing the normal routine within the household, Amnon remained in the library and picked up some journals and documents from Project Marvel. He carefully read those pages which he discovered his late father's notes and explanation. Then, he looked at his elderly mother who arrived along with Yuri the Flerken.
" Are you supposed to sleep at this stage, my boy? " Carol mused.
" You have already known the answer, mother! " Amnon joked and chuckled. " Your son has been an insomniac ever since you first met him in this same spot around two years ago! "
" You silly Prince of Hala! " she loudly laughed, tightly hugged her son, and kissed his cheeks and forehead.
" Mom! Stop embarrassing me! "
The mother and son echoed their laughter and reached upto the hallway. A few people peeked and turned to them as they got embarrassed and exchanged glances. Amnon instantly closed the door and sighed when he sat down on the chair near the desk.
" Mom, so technically, I have two birthdays? Is that right? " he curiously asked.
" Yeah, " Carol nodded and sat beside him. " According to your journal, your first birthday is on the 4th of July 2017 in Site 19, California. Then, your second birthday was on the 4th of July 2038, in Paris, France. "
" So, in terms of citizenship, I'm French-American? "
" Yep, " she nodded. " You have been globe trotting for decades in your previous form and searching for your father. Your life turned into almost 360 degree, but you still need to find out what you are really capable of. "
" So, Dad just had a lot of in store for me. I took it. Before my new body, I mean my new self was born, is there anything I should know more about you and Dad? "
Carol heard her son and deeply thought. She was recalling her days meeting Old Methu-Selah somewhere in Europe. She crossed her arms and composed her thoughts before responding to him.
" Nine months before your new body was created, I was in Madrid, " she broke her silence.
" Madrid? What were you doing there? "
" I was in hiding after what happened in Remnant. Let me tell you a story. "
(THIRTY-THREE YEARS AGO: Underground Las Cortes, Madrid, Spain, 5:50 AM)
The tangerine leaves from the tree fell on the ground where they watched the silent building of Palacios de Las Cortes. This Spanish capital and the streets were no longer inhabited by humans or any alien races. Instead, the Spanish speaking Kree and Lizard soldiers were patrolling around the streets. Without any of their knowledge, the resistance groups, former slaves, and exiled people lived in the sewers like rats, hiding from their extraterrestrial predators.
