𝑺 𝑻 𝑨 𝑹 𝑩 𝑶 𝑹 𝑵
━━ In which an Egyptian Goddess
and a Norse God fall in love against
all odds, all distances, and certainly
against all rivalry between their
kingdoms.
But will their love withstand the
cataclysm of the prophecy bound to
...
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2000
STARK INDUSTRIES, NY
Imagine hellfire, surrounding a young woman, scorching flames taunting to burn her yet they never do, instead they bend at her will. Now there are screams, full of agony and desperation, one scream after the other until they were all screaming in mismatch unison. The heat engulfed her like a blanket, keeping her safe from impending danger, her irises shone a bright orange as if they had captured the very fire within them.
Everything burned slowly around her, the sun was her sword fuel by its cosmic energy, in the middle of chaos and destruction was a blonde woman. Burning bodies laid on the ground, eyeless and twisted skeletons covered in burnt skin by her mark, poor souls that were kissed by her wrath.
In the middle of chaos and scorching flames was a burning star, the red star that fell on earth and was brought to life by enemy lovers. That woman, was Alora Stark.
Alora woke up with a start, she took in a huge gasp as she sat up, a hand cradles her chest as she felt her heart beating fast.
"Oh...Jesus! You scared me." A masculine voice yelped, Alora turn to face the man beside her before taking in her surroundings.
"Where am I?" Her voice came out hoarse, Alora moved her hand up toward her throat as she tried to swallow only to realize how dry her mouth was.
The muscly, brown skin man moved. "Here. Drink some water, you were incredibly dehydrated when they brought you in."
Alora looked up, meeting his kind eyes as he handed her a glass of fresh water. The blonde woman grabbed the glass and greedily began to drink the water, she was overwhelmed with a feeling of pleasure as she felt the cool water hit her throat.
"Slow down or else you risk getting hypernatremia." The man informed, Alora threw him a side glance before drinking her water more moderately. "Wise choice."
Alora finished drinking the water, the man took the glance from her and put it on a desk. "Where am I? Where's my brother? Why can't I remember anything?"
The man chuckled, nodding and pulling his seat closer to the cot she was currently sitting on. "My advice is to take it slow, you're on a cargo plane we're flying you back to New York. Mr. Stark is alright he's with a fellow soldier of ours, Weapons Sergeant Titan." Alora opened her mouth, about to ask who he was when she remember Kalum had to change his name for obvious reasons. "You had a concussion, hit your head pretty bad but nothing serious."
Alora frown, looking around and noticing how small the room was, the size of a janitor's closet. "What's your name?"
The army doctor gave her a friendly smile. "Klaus Ali. Special Forces Medical Sergeant."
