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Becca’s POV
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“And how are you going to take the toll, if we lose your war?” Zeus asked.
“His eyes reflected the seriousness of a cloudy sky, and that by itself was, to say the least, frightening. However, I had something up my sleeve.
I snapped my fingers, and it happened.
Something was still missing from the big picture there, but I could at least control it a bit more properly, so when my fingers resounded with the loud snap, a faint spark lit up the air. And as soon as I opened my hand, a sphere of light appeared in it.
“Faith created you.” I said, looking at how amazed both Zeus ‘and
“I knew you were more than capable of defeating my Watcher, but to think that you’d have the help of an... Anomaly...” Mahasiah said, as he looked right at Becca.I tried to get up, but I was so tired, and my arm was so painful that I didn’t know if I could ever make it without help. I needed a medic, but God knows there wasn’t any. And I didn’t know why that fucking Seraph was there to begin with, so it only meant that our mission wasn’t over yet.“What the fuck are you doing here? Thess, don’t ever mention to mom I cursed. Also, don’t ever curse, okay?”Thess looked at me with a frown and a serious face, but I knew she would do as I told her, because she was a good kid. And right now, I had to help Becca keep my sister away from the filthy hands of Mahasiah.“Oh, you know... I just wanted to pass by, see if you were doing fine. You know I care about you, don’t you?”I wanted to kick his inexistent private parts so hard...For all I had seen of him in all other world-lines, he’d been
Everything was darkness and my heart felt light.It felt as though I was just a child, wrapped in a comfy blanket, ready to fall asleep in my mom’s arms.Oh, right... My mom wasn’t there anymore... I was...Was I dead?I never thought that death would be this comfortable, this welcoming.“Not... Waking up... Vital signs... Okay...”Voices... I... My mind was blurred, numb. I felt dizzy, but little by little, my senses came back to me, and even though there was only darkness around me, I was able to hear some things.Voices all around, in an indistinct chatter, where I could only discern a few words.My body felt so heavy and tired.“Where...” I tried to ask, but my voice sounded like a mumbling, muffled as if my mouth was full of cotton.“Don’t speak, child. Everything is okay now. Just try to open your eyes.”To... Open my eyes?I tried to do as
It took approximately three hours for us to circle the whole western area of the floating city of Asgard, just so that we could get near the observatory where Odin told me we would find Heimdall. In the meantime, he told me how strange it was, that even when I was able to see through world-lines, there were still some completely out of my sight. However, it wasn’t surprising at all, as the all-father told me later. Because as they already foresaw here in Asgard, what Metatron did in Becca’s world-line, turned the entirety of creation against itself, making the whole world-line into a gigantic anomaly. And with that anomaly, he would be able to hide from unwanted eyes. Eyes that had mouths, and would surely tell their masters of the scribe’s plan, forcing their masters to move for a war that the scribe of God hims
The view of the floating city was mesmerising. So much so, that I could hardly pay attention to Odin’s speech about multiverses, world-lines, and how my world-line was an anomaly by being a universe by itself.Of course, knowing all this made my focus change rapidly to what the all-father had to say. And it also brought me a bit back to reality.I still had a mission.And I still didn’t know a single thing about it. Which was a little disconcerting, because no matter where I went, whether it was another world-line or even another universe... Other beings seemed to know exactly what I was there for.And even if not, there were always bits and pieces of information that would lead me to the right path on accomplishing it.Even though I had no idea on how much time I still had left.When Odin was finally finished with
***Becca's POV***Why was my voice resounding in my own head every time that Yaweh spoke? What did He mean by remembering the archangel's image and replicating them to help Him fight Tehom?Why was there always more question marks than exclamation points when I tried to find an answer about all this mess?I felt sinking deeper and deeper in confusion as the scenes unfolded before me. It could only be some kind of full-dive technology or something of the sorts, because there could be no way that... There was no way that I could be saying those words, feeling those emotions.There was no way that I could be experiencing what Yahweh Himself experienced at the moment of the very beginning of everything.At all.So I distanced myself, just enough for me to keep my sanity. Just enough for me to be able to analyse what was going on around me, in my Father's memories.And as the whole battle against Tehom unfolded, I came to realise the full brunt of how powerful the enemy I was figuring a
The sun rose in the most beautiful tones colours, painting the clouds in a mesmerising hue of reddish pink. The blue of the sky was almost watercolour with an impossible yellowish orange, and the sun held its magnificent crown of pinkish red, blessing the new day with the warmth of a new cicle of possibilities.Thor and I stood at the gazebo, looking upwards instead of tilting ourheads towards the end of the world. Took me a few hours for my body to finallyreconcile with my mind, and accept that I wasn't going to die, so I could getup and stand, without any fear of falling over the rail again."You know, I've lived my entire life here in Asgard," Thorsaid, his dark-blue, sober
“But first...” Jake said after the hug started feeling a bit awkward. “I think the both of us have some things that need to be done, right?”I raised my eyebrow, waiting for an explanation, so Jake went on.“Well, it’s only been one night since you figured out our way forward in this... Situation, but Thor told me a few things that I think you should know as well...”***Jake’s POV***When I talked with Thor, I noticed that the big thunder dude was actually quite a nice... Person? Anyway, we spent the whole night talking about Asgard and my journey, which actually meant Becca’s journey too.What I didn't know, though, was that we were going to need some extra help."First of all," Thor started, "midgardians have an incredibly fragile constitution, which means that if you want to help her, then you 'must' become stronger.""How do you know about my choice, when you weren't even there when she told me I'd have to make it, to begin with?"Thor shrugged and answered."It is not as if I w
***Thor's POVTen years later***It was hard at first. Though they were eager to learn, having different brains and cultures made them too stagnant and rough to shape.However, as the lessons went on and on, they became quite adapted to the ways of the Asgardians, having learned many things.But as everything comes to an end one day, the day when I had to say goodbye to Becca and Jake arrived like a thunderous storm rocking the skies.We broke our fast and went to the very last session of their training, which consisted of one last fight that would tell if they were able to carry on with their mission, or if they were not to succeed. The only problem was that if I was to choose, I would keep them training for ten years more, because they still lacked the knowledge in some areas of our practice.I was worried that they would end up facing some foes whom they would have to beat in a game that was not of their knowledge. On the other hand, I knew them and trusted them, so when the time