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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...
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𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒙 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅. That dream had been nibbling on her in the back of her mind with the unknown waiting for her.
That is such a cliche.
Jules kept herself busy. Wake up, eat breakfast, study, have a break, have a language session, have another break before training, take a shower, have dinner, and then bed. It was like a repeat for her. But she still couldn't shake the feeling of the dream. It still scared her.
It was late in the afternoon when she finally gave in to the exhaustion that had been creeping up on her. After a particularly intense training session, she collapsed onto her bed, her body heavy with fatigue. The world outside her window was bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, but Jules felt herself slipping into the realm of dreams again.
This time, the dream was different. She found herself standing in a vast, open field, the grass beneath her feet soft and warm. The sky above was a brilliant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds, and the sun shone brightly, its warmth wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
Jules looked around, taking in the serene beauty of the place. There was no sign of the dark, foggy, cold room from her previous dream, no oppressive shadows lurking in the corners. Instead, everything felt alive, vibrant, and full of energy.
As she wandered through the field, her fingers brushing against the tall grass, she felt a sense of peace settle over her. It was as if all her worries had been washed away, leaving only a calm contentment in their wake. But despite the tranquillity of the scene, she knew that something—or someone—was waiting for her.
In the distance, she saw it—the same ornate mirror from her first dream, standing tall and proud in the middle of the field. It seemed out of place in such a natural setting, but Jules felt a pull towards it, the same magnetic draw that had compelled her before.
