(My Subconscious 2)

The atmosphere in my small kitchen had turned into that of an enraptured audience in a theater, as I explained to the Sorcerer Supreme my short adventure as the _Sorcerer Supreme_, in DC.

Doctor Strange listened intently, his eyes gleaming with a mix of fascination and amusement as I recounted the events of my dreamlike experience, vaguely.

It felt as though I was sharing a tale from a parallel universe, and he was the eager spectator, hanging on to every word, ready to applaud the unexpected twists and turns of my narrative.

He had proved that he was indeed not a figment of my imagination by picking and flipping my damaged laptop, and slapping the senses out of me.

I finished recounting the events and paused to look at him. My story incomplete, of course, as I only had a vague recall of being surrounded by immense light.

My memories hadn't kicked in yet.

"Ah. I see." Doctor Strange said, his face burrowing, deep in thought.

"So, how is it you're real and standing before me?" I asked him.

That was the exact question running through his mind. But a realization was building up in his mind. One that he dreaded was true.

"I want you to do a simple exercise for me." He started. "Close your eyes and visualize a place of your choosing. It could be a serene forest, a bustling cityscape, or even a swimming pool. Focus on the details, the sounds, the smells, and immerse yourself in this visualization."

I followed his instructions, closing my eyes and letting my mind wander, the idea of a swimming pool lingering in my mind. I envisioned a tranquil mountain lake surrounded by lush greenery, with a gentle breeze rustling through the trees.

"Good," Doctor Strange continued. "Now, while you're in this mental space, open your eyes slowly."

I did as he instructed, and to my astonishment, the small kitchen had transformed into the very scene I had visualized. The lake, the trees, and the breeze were all there, as real as any dream.

"You see," Doctor Strange explained, "the boundaries between realities are often more fluid than we realize. You must have a strong connection to the mystical, strong enough to pull me into your subconscious and possess my body in the brink of the collision of multiverses."

The future he could never see had finally happened, and Doctor Strange knew that the time had come.

"What?" I asked absent-mindedly as I stared around at the scenery that had just emerged. What had happened to my kitchen? Was my mind playing tricks on me?

"You mean I can hallucinate real things." I said.

"No. You are a Prime Sorcerer at the verge of discovering magic, if you haven't yet." Doctor Strange corrected, bringing in a concept I had never heard of.

His memory flashed and the pieces connected. The Scrolls of the Presence, Loki, the Convergence, falling through the dimensions, the subconscious... It all made sense.

"What does that mean?" I asked, now paying attention. "I've never heard of Prime Sorcerer before."

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"You managed to pull me into your subconscious, even without trying to when two multiverses were in the brink of chaotic convergence. According to the records of the Genesis Manuscripts, the Prime Sorcerer is a being with the innate ability to manipulate and bridge the boundaries between realities. This ability is activated during the most turbulent times," Doctor Strange explained.

"The Prime Sorcerer can only use the body, will and magic of the highest sorcerer in a multiverse, and command a Crossover."

My mind was racing as I tried to grasp the significance of what he was saying. I had stumbled into the world of comics, and apparently, I was a key player.

"But I have read the comics and never heard of such a thing." I said to Strange.

"What?" Doctor Strange asked. "Is that a sorcery book?"

Of course he didn't know what comics were. If this was real, then something more was going on. Anticipation built within me as I marvelled at the thought in my mind.

"So you mean to tell me what I experienced back in Gotham was real?" I asked.

"If you mean possessing my body, then yes." Doctor Strange said, his expression calm, radiating with knowledge.

"But the idea of the Prime Sorcerer and the Crossover has only existed as a myth in the Genesis Manuscripts. I never thought I would live to see the day the first Prime Sorcerer would emerge. And you chose me. My time has come, it seems." He continued.

"I don't understand what you're saying." I said, confused but excited.

I was actually going to exist in the comics! And I could use magic too. And maybe even posses more power than Doctor Strange. How would that be like?

"Destiny often works in mysterious ways," Doctor Strange replied with a knowing smile. "You have the ability to help maintain the balance of the Crossover. Your abilities are a gift, and with proper training, you will become a formidable force for good."

"You now possess the body, power and knowledge of Doctor Strange; Master of the Mystic Arts, Guardian of the Sanctum Sanctorum and the Sorcerer Supreme. But you could be more. Your power is more, as described by the manuscripts." He continued, sounding ominous, like a wizard impacting his last wisdom to his apprentice.

"Why do you sound so ominous? Don't go disappearing on me leaving some cryptic message behind." I said, recalling the many countless times I had read or seen such an act.

"What do you mean?" Doctor Strange, genuinely confused and amused. "You chose me as your host and as such, I'll be your eternal guide in your journey to growing as the Prime Sorcerer."

"While you have my body and formidable powers, you might still need some guidance in the mystic arts to unlock your full potential." Doctor Strange continued.

The air around us was calm and tranquil, as if listening keenly to the revelations. The environment that still impressed still and never changing.

Finally, my dreams had come true, and, my literal dreams would also come to life too. Deep down, I knew that adventure was brewing.

"How do I get out of my subconscious?" I asked him, curious to know what had become of me back in DC.

"Control it by surrendering control." Doctor Strange quoted.

"Stealing lines from the Ancient One so soon?" I asked, amused.

"How did you-?" He meant to ask the question, but he cut himself short.

There was something about the kid before him that exuded confidence and a peculiar sense of excitement, and, possession of untold knowledge.

"Comics... But that was the movie." I replied anyway.

I closed my eyes and relaxed my thoughts, focusing into nothing, something I had learnt in my many years of meditation.

Slowly, the environment around me faded away, and I gradually stirred back to the real world, leaving my subconscious behind.

I could hear indistinct voices talking from a distance, but my conscious wasn't fully awake yet.

(Watch Tower)

The Watch Tower, a technological marvel orbiting Earth, hums with activity. Inside the medical bay, cutting-edge equipment stands ready for use.

The members of the League who had been in Gotham enter the room. They carry the unconscious sorcerer, his cloak surrounding him as of protecting his mysteries.

They gently place him on the examination table. His cape of levitation rests nearby, and his mystical artifacts surround him.

Superman, weakened by the recent magical explosion that rocked Gotham City, stands nearby, overseeing the situation. He had managed to subdue Doctor Strange, but the ordeal had taken a toll on him, being vulnerable to magic.

Superman: (wearily) Keep an eye on him. We can't underestimate his magical abilities or his intentions in Gotham.

Wonder Woman and Green Lantern, also recovering from the magical onslaught, watch over Doctor Strange as Cyborg interfaces with the medical bay's systems.

Cyborg: (analyzing) His vital signs are stable, but the magical energy he emitted was unprecedented. I've never seen anything like it.

The Flash approaches Superman with a furrowed brow.

The Flash: (concerned) Supes, we've got to figure out who this guy is and why he attacked Gotham out of nowhere.

Superman: (thoughtful) I agree, Barry. Gotham needs answers, and so do we.

Superman: (turns to Green Lantern) Thanks for saving me.

Hal: You first. I don't know how you managed to stop the magical blast.

Superman thinks to himself as his mind flashes back to when he was soaring in the sky with the mysterious stranger. He didn't do anything, but somehow the magical explosion was subdued by his presence.

As the heroes maintain their vigil over sorcerer, the Watch Tower's security alarms blare once more, indicating a new threat.

Security System: (urgent) Intruder alert! Unknown assailants are attempting to infiltrate the Watch Tower!

Wonder Woman: (determined) We can't let our guard down. Barry, Hal, secure the area. Victor, keep monitoring the sorcerer. Clark, I'll take care of this.

The heroes divide their efforts, with some preparing to confront the threat, while others remain in the medical bay with the sorcerer.

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A/N:

A Prime Sorcerer is the Master of the Crossover, protecting it's integrity. A Prime Sorcerer has to choose a candidate sorcerer, who is the Supreme Sorcerer of their respective universe.

Razake chose (kinda) Doctor Strange. But Doctor Strange is no longer a Supreme Sorcerer. His body is in DC and not Marvel. DCU already has its Supreme Sorcerer.

But Razake is destined to become the Prime Sorcerer... Which means he has to become the Supreme Sorcerer first.

You know what's to come.

I hope this finds everyone well.

Thank you.

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