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𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠, daughter of the legendary 𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠, has always been surrounded by greatness. Raised within the powerful and vibrant world of the Avengers, Jules was taught to harness...
She did her best to sleep that night, she really did. But it just didn't seem to go away. No matter how hard she tried, filling her thoughts with happy memories and moments. They never worked.
Tossing and turning, Jules clutched the blankets as her eyebrows furrowed in her sleep. Breathing heavily as her chest heaved up and down. What was happening to her?
Dreams began as they often did, Jules, drifted in a sea of shadows and whispers. This nightmare was different. The familiar hum of the city outside was gone, replaced by an eerie silence. Jules floated through a vast, misty landscape, where the ground seemed to be made of shimmering, translucent glass. The air was heavy with an ancient, cosmic energy that she could feel deep in her bones.
As she walked, the mists began to part, revealing a towering, ornate mirror standing alone in the centre of an empty expanse. Its frame was gilded with intricate designs, glowing faintly with a fiery light. Jules approached, her curiosity piqued. The mirror's surface seemed to ripple like the surface of a calm lake disturbed by a single drop of water.
When Jules looked into the mirror, her breath caught in her throat. The reflection wasn't of the young, vibrant woman she knew. Instead, it showed an older version of herself, eyes burning with a fierce, otherworldly light.
Jules reached out a hand to touch the mirror, but the older Jules in the reflection did not mimic her movements. Instead, the older version stared back.
"What...?" Jules began, her voice trembling. "Why aren't you moving?"
The older Jules in the mirror spoke. The voice was a deep, resonant hum, echoing with the power of a thousand voices. "You're not ready yet, little one."
She took a step back, her heart racing.
"Who are you?" Jules asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
