Do you ever feel like you're alone? Like nothing in this universe matters, and then you meet someone. And that someone made the whole galaxy seem to hold a meaning. Not just any meaning, but an identity.
"How in the hell, did he survive that landing?" Ego yells, his hands firmly on his hands. His hair tied back in a ponytail, the young teenage girl stood beside him, her ivy green dress reaching her ankles, and her feet bare. Her hair in two braids, her antennas peacefully on her head, this girl stayed quiet. Ego kicks the life form, the body did not budge. Ego grunts, "wake it up," he demanded. The girl, Mantis, nods obediently to her master, descending on her knees and carefully moving his golden, horned helmet, placing a hand on the stranger's head. Her antennas glowing white, her eyelashes fluttering when she closed her eyes, "wake" she spoke through his consciousness. The asgardian stranger jumped to an awakened state, his forehead smacking into the empather, she was sent laying on the floor with a thud. The celestial watching the stranger, not concerning himself with his servant, but with the parasite who was now standing himself up.
Ellie Jones was found in the burned remains of an apartment building, unharmed and unconscious. Ellie was found by two agents of SHIELD, and was brought to the Avengers tower. Unbeknownst to everybody, Loki would be arriving the same day, banished from Asgard for trying to take over Earth. Ellie has the power of fire, yet is venerable because she is blind.
*i got my idea for Ellie from the book Frost blood*
*will be posting every week*
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It's been 10 days since the girl last left her room, and everybody is worried. Everybody except me, of course, because why would I be worried about a boring mortal? As I'm reading my book, I see everybody staring at me. I know that it is smart for them to not trust me, but my god. Your stares are making me uncomfortable, Lady Natasha. I try to shift into a more comfortable position, but give up after 5 minutes. "Can you stop staring at me?" I ask, glaring at Natasha.
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Several minutes later, I'm sitting on a couch, my knees huddled to my chest. "You good?" Natasha says. I nod, trying to figure out who was in the room. I listen to the conversations going on around me, jumping from one to another. As I listen to Natasha's conversation, I hear the light footfalls of somebody trying to sneak through the room. I quietly and slowly get up, following the sound of the footsteps. I hear them falter, then stop altogether. I swing my arms around me, trying to get my bearings when I smack the wall with my hand. "Hello?" I say. I listen, but only hear silence. Great, I'm lost and I'm in an unfamiliar place.
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