Raft escapee Samuel Sterns, adopting the moniker of "Leader," builds an army of enhanced individuals to challenge the forces of S.H.I.E.L.D., Helix, and whoever else stands in the way of his quest for global domination. Ciciley Livingston is brought...
It was where Anne spiritually tracked Mindy's precise position, though she was too weak to travel there through her Guardian magic; every minute the energy force that drove it was drained out of her.
What is happening to me?
That was the first thing she asked prior to hailing a taxicab.
And then, as she arrived on Bleecker Street, it hit her...
I've lost connection to Fantasia!
The Disney realm where she was first reborn after her life as Sean Thomas – where she first received her abilities – was no more.
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Her urgency rising, she knocked on the door to the building Mindy was in.
A uniquely dressed man with a goatee answered.
"You're the other one?" He asked her.
Anne grimaced. "The other what?"
"Is your name 'Anne'?"
She promptly blinked in suspicion. "Y-Yes, I am. Who are you?"
"Stephen Strange," he introduced himself. "I've been caring for your friend."
"You're the doctor?"
"You've heard of me?"
"Sort of."
Strange allowed her inside his sanctorum, welcoming her to the mystical dwelling that he not long ago called "home."
"I'm right here, Anne," Mindy called from the nearest room.
Anne figured she either heard her talking at the front door or their sorcerous connection helped her to sense her presence.
She walked in to find her past reincarnated form sprawled out on a couch.
"Oh, god," she gasped, rushing over.
Mindy was pale with dark circles around her eyes; she wheezed and coughed with every breath she took.
"We've lost Fantasia," she rasped.
Anne somberly nodded. "Yes, I know."
"I'm dying, Anne," Mindy said. "I came here with the hope that Doctor Strange could help me...but I see now that there's no hope for my situation. But you know what? It's alright. We've had some pretty good adventures in the Disneyverse and beyond. If this world I've grown so fond of is my final resting place, then that's O.K. with me."
"Not with me!" Anne angrily objected. "Mindy, if you die, I die!"
Hearing that, Strange curiously wondered aloud, "Are you two...you know...?"
"I wasn't speaking amorously," Anne grumbled to him. "We're spiritually connected, her and I. As a matter of fact, you could almost say we're the same person. The world we come from – where we were born – is gone, which means there's very little time for us in this realm."
"We can't fight fate, Anne," Mindy conceded.
"If we are the last two Guardians left anywhere in the entire multiverse right now, we're not going to let fate decide that for us," Anne declared, "we control fate!"
"So what do we do?" Mindy asked.
"One last merge," Anne proposed. "We create a new entity, just like JeniLynn, only this will be between the two of us. She will be the last of our kind – the last Guardian." She turned her eyes to Strange. "We're going to need your magic to help us do this. You're the only mystic source strong enough to complete the merge."
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Strange scoffed at her recommendation.
"Me?! You're joking, right? I don't know if I've reached the aptitude to pull off something that...grandiose!"
"You have, you just don't know it," Mindy told him. "You're the Sorcerer Supreme."
Stephen raised a puzzled eyebrow. "The Ancient One was the Sorcerer Supreme. I'm still just a beginner."
"You won't be for very long," a confident Anne stated.
Left with no other choice, Strange commenced with the unusual process.
Mindy and Anne sat on opposite sides of the couch.
Strange stood between them, his arms outstretched and eyes closed, focusing.
In seconds, his gloved hands glowed in a bright reddish-orange, simultaneous with the atomizing of Mindy and Anne's bodies into an assortment of golden-rainbow sparkles. They formed together right in front of Strange.
Mindy's mechanical appendage dislodged, clattering to the floor.
He viewed the phenomenon with amazement as the sparkles developed a human shape that materialized into a girl in her late teens with hazel blonde hair. Soon after it was complete, the young woman focused her hazel eyes on Strange and spoke her first words in the form of a question:
"Did it work?"
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