A/N:
The following is something you already know by heart; a summary of the mystic arts in MCU (in the movies story line). You shouldn't however skip this as it builds up the plot... Then something you've been waiting for happens.
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(Containment Chamber)
As I gazed at Wonder Woman, pondering how to respond to her inquiries, a familiar sensation surged through my being.
Our initial meeting hadn't gone well, and now, I found myself at a loss, contemplating how to redeem myself in the eyes of Wonder Woman and the rest of the Justice League.
It was evident they considered me a threat, with Wonder Woman hinting at my harming Superman, a claim I had no memory of, let alone any intent to harm him intentionally.
Gradually, I sensed the mystical energy gathering within me, a reassuring sign that I hadn't lost the magical abilities of Doctor Strange.
As the energy welled up, memories flooded my mind, converging like two streams merging into one. These flashes, lasting mere seconds in the real world, felt like an eternity as they merged two distinct lives into a singular, immersive experience.
(Conscious Amalgamation)
[Stephen Strange]
Years of dedicated medical study, followed by a successful career as a neurosurgeon.
(Christine Palmer) A second opinion. "You know you didn't have to humiliate him in front of everyone."
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[Razake]
A passion for science and technology, surmounting societal and economic challenges to become a skilled IT specialist.
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[The Accident]
Staring at my trembling hands, a crushing sense of hopelessness took hold.
"I could have done better."
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[Razake]
Not there yet, but a growing sense of stability in life as financial freedom allowed me to delve into the realms of creativity and imagination.
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[Not Hopeless Yet]
Time slipping away as I delved into research, seeking to heal my hands.
(The files) Jonathan Pangbon; a mysterious recovery.
"I'm trying to find my way back."
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[Kamar-Taj]
Rescued and guided by a stranger.
(Mordo) "You're seeking Kamar-Taj."
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[The Ancient One]
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First impressions deceiving, she offered me tea. Just tea, with a touch of honey.
(Ancient One) "What if I told you that your own body could be convinced to put itself back together in all sorts of ways?" ...
(Ancient One) "I understand your skepticism about fairy tales, chakras, and energies, but watch closely."
And then, she showed me. She made a believer out of me, but denied me.
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[Favored]
Eventually, she accepted me as her student.
(Ancient One) "The Mystic Arts' language is as ancient as civilization. The sorcerers of antiquity, call it 'spells'... We harness energy from other dimensions of the multiverse to cast spells, create shields, forge weapons... to work magic." ...
"Study and practice. Years of it."
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[Learning the Mystic Arts]
Knowledge is found within ancient tomes.
(Wong) "The Book of the Invisible Sun... You've finished all of this?"
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[The Sling Ring]
Struggling still with my hands.
(Mordo) "Mastery of the sling ring is fundamental in the Mystic Arts. It enables us to traverse the multiverse. Focus, visualize, envision your destination, look beyond your current reality, imagine every detail. Clarity quickens the gateway's formation."
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[Astral Projection]
Eager for more...
(Wong) "What do you seek, Strange?"
"Books on astral projection."
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[Mirror Dimension]
Swiftly mastering sorcery.
(Ancient One) "You require a secure space for practice... You now inhabit the mirror dimension, ever-present yet concealed. Actions here don't affect the real world. We use it for training, observation, containment. Beware of being stranded without your sling ring."
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[Relics]
Kaecilius's name learned through combat training.
(Mordo) "This is a relic. Some magic is too potent to sustain, so we imbue objects, allowing them to harbor that which we can't. This is the staff of the Living Tribunal. Many such relics exist, like the Wand of Watoomb and the Vaulting Boots of Valtorr."
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[Eye of Agamotto]
Studying in the library, an apple keeping the Doctor awake...
(Mordo) "Where did you acquire the knowledge to even comprehend its spells?... It demands more than mere memory. You're born for the Mystic Arts." ...
(Wong) "While the Avengers safeguard against physical threats, we sorcerers protect against mystical peril. The Ancient One, part of a lineage tracing back millennia to Agamotto, the mystical arts' progenitor, crafted the Eye you borrowed so recklessly."
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[Cloak of Levitation]
Sanctum Sanctorum under siege.
(Mordo) "The Cloak of Levitation. It chose you."
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[Time Loop]
It's not about me.
"You and I, trapped in this eternal moment... All of humanity will not vanish... Pain is an old companion... But I can lose endlessly." ...
"You should have stolen the entire book, as the warnings come after the spells." ...
(Wong) "Your gift for the Mystic Arts is evident, but much remains to be learnt."
[Meeting a God]
The god of Thunder.
"So, I maintain a watchlist of individuals and beings from other realms that might threaten Earth. Your adopted brother, Loki, is on that list."
[Locked]
In my subconscious, Doctor Strange's consciousness halted the flow of memories into my awareness, a resistance I barely registered.
Certain knowledge remained concealed, a precautionary measure taken by Doctor Strange, uncertain of my true potential.
"Would he employ these powers for good or ill, if he learned to master them?" Doctor Strange pondered. He observed, waiting to see my choices.
[Uncharted Territory - Doctor Strange]
As the memories coalesced in my mind, discrepancies emerged. Memories of adventures I hadn't experienced, registered in visualizations formed from words and art.
[Uncharted Territory - Razake]
Vivid recollections of magic use, battles against villains, studying arcane texts, and casting spells surged within me, feeling as natural as breathing.
(One Consciousness)
The two streams of memories intertwined seamlessly, forming a cohesive narrative. My focus returned to the present, settling on Wonder Woman.
Everything fell into place, and, the Crossover registered this.
Doctor Strange's and Razake's experiences fused into one, creating a new, expected existence within the Crossover.
Instantaneously, I had absorbed the knowledge of the Mystic Arts, while questions about the comics' knowledge lingered.
Mystical energy surged within me, a force I unconsciously tapped into, despite the invisible barrier's attempts to thwart me.
Strange symbols adorned the room, still inscrutable to my eyes. They were likely responsible for the protective shield.
The Eye of Agamotto hung around my neck, the Cloak of Levitation draped on my shoulders.
Wonder Woman's impatience was palpable as she awaited answers, her Lasso of Truth within easy reach.
With deliberate steps, I approached the barrier. Magic nullification intensified, resisting my advance.
I stood at the threshold, inches from breaking free.
Wonder Woman's stance shifted, bracing herself for what was to come.
(Dr. Fate)
In the ethereal realm of his sanctum, where time and space flowed like a river of mystic energies, a subtle disturbance rippled through the fabric of existence.
Dr. Fate, his golden-helmeted visage adorned with the emblem of Nabu, the ancient lord of order, sat cross-legged in his floating lotus position.
His eyes, or rather the mystic flames that replaced them, flickered with an otherworldly curiosity.
Within the ever-shifting magical sigils that surrounded him, the Book of Thoth floated, pages turning of their own accord, revealing secrets hidden even from the keenest mortal minds.
The Scroll of Destiny whispered into the mist of the cosmos, its inscriptions glowing with an eerie luminescence as if communicating with the very threads of existence.
A new fate had been inscribed.
The delicate balance of the multiverse, had been disrupted. Dr. Fate's senses, attuned to the ebb and flow of mystical energies, detected a new presence, an amalgamation of two distinct souls from different realities.
As the mystical disturbance echoed through the sanctum, the Cloak of Destiny responded to Dr. Fate's unspoken command.
It unfurled its golden, ethereal fabric, enveloping him in its protective embrace. The cloak's ancient fibers seemed to shimmer with an intensified luminosity, as if acknowledging the gravity of the situation.
With a graceful movement of his hand, Dr. Fate directed the cloak to project a holographic image before him.
It depicted the merging of two souls from other realities, their forms intertwining like spectral tendrils. The cloak's magic enhanced the image, highlighting the threads of destiny that bound these two souls together.
The emblem of Nabu on Dr. Fate's helmet seemed to pulse in tandem with the swirling energies around him, signifying his role as the guardian of order in the multiverse.
The Book of Thoth floated closer, its pages now revealing ancient secrets that had long been forgotten. The Prime Sorcerer and the Scrolls of OAA.
"The choice has been made." He murmured, his voice resonating with the weight of ages.
Dr. Fate understood the ancient knowledge of the Prime Sorcerer, the master of the Crossover.
But something was not right. That is not how it was meant to unfold.
Dr. Fate's mystic flames flickered more intensely as he contemplated the ramifications of this unexpected fusion.
The balance of the multiverse was a delicate tapestry, and the introduction of this new, unforeseen thread could unravel the fabric of existence itself.
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A/N:
The hardest chapter I have had to write so far. This took me hours to craft, careful not to cause any discrepancies or plot holes. But if you do find any, let me know in your comment.
Thank you.
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