The girl who thought that she lost everything, but maybe she gained more.
A 14years old Theia has good life. She tries her best at everything. But one day something happens, and she now knows that she needs to learn more about her past.
What happen...
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A recipe has no soul.
You, as the cook, must bring
soul into the recipe.
Theia's Pov
The sound of heavy raindrops drumming against the window pulled me from sleep like a slow, persistent knock. For a moment, I lay still, disoriented, the room around me cloaked in dimness.
The sunlight that usually streamed through the tall tower windows was completely absent. Instead, the soft blue-grey wash of a stormy sky had taken its place. Clouds swirled outside, heavy and dark, and as I turned my head, a loud rumble of thunder cracked through the air, making me flinch at the sudden noise. A flash of lightning lit the sky seconds later, illuminating the room in a brief pulse of white-blue light.
I blinked, groggy, stretching beneath the covers before slowly climbing out of the warm bed. The air was cooler now, and the tower felt unusually quiet—almost like no one was home. I padded across the room barefoot, every step making the wooden floors creak softly under my feet.
The hallway was dimly lit, with only the glow from a few overhead lights breaking the darkness. As I turned the corner toward the lounge area, I wasn't paying much attention, still half-asleep and focused on the comforting promise of tea or something warm, so when I bumped into someone, I startled hard.
"Oh!" I gasped, taking a step back.
Before I could properly process what just happened, I looked up and came face to face with Thor. Or more accurately, Thor's massive chest, which was stacked high with boxes of....wait, were those...?
"Pop-Tarts?" I squinted.
Thor looked just as surprised, though not particularly bothered. In fact, he beamed at me, his arms juggling a precarious load of sugary snacks. "Ah, apologies, Lady Theia! I wasn't watching where I was going either." His voice, as always, carried with it the same theatrical thunder as the storm outside.
I glanced from his face down to the mountain of Pop-Tart boxes clutched to his chest. "Uh... planning a siege on your sweet tooth?"
Thor looked down as if just now remembering what he was carrying. "Ah! Yes! These Pop-Tarts. Stark speaks very highly of them, and I found a supply in the pantry that called to me. I was just on my way to enjoy a cinema marathon. Tony recommended a tale. Something about a wizarding boy... Harvin... no—um..."
He furrowed his brows, clearly trying to recall the name. "Harry?" I offered, smiling.
"Harry!" he exclaimed with pride. "Yes, that's it. Harry Potter. A curious name for a powerful sorcerer."
I stared at him, wide-eyed. "Wait... you've never seen Harry Potter?"
Thor shook his head solemnly like it was some great tragedy. "No. But I have heard legends... and I thought tonight, with the rain as accompaniment, it would be the perfect time."
