Prologue
Wanda Maximoff woke up with a gasp, nearly bumping heads with a boy with unruly dark brown hair.
At the sight of the unfamiliar boy, Wanda merely stared at him in surprise.
"Lya, are you alright?" the boy asked, looking at her with concern in his grey eyes. "You fainted whilst you were practicing sword fighting near the God's Eye."
When Wanda did not respond, the unknown boy with the old-fashioned clothes simply resumed on talking.
"It was Howland Reed, and our brother, Ned who brought you back to our tent. A Maester came by to check on you and he said that the heat must have been too much for you, most certainly in these overcrowded Tourneys. I also heard from the Maester that Prince Rhaegar and Ser Arthur Dayne has suffered the same fate…An odd thing to happen to all three of you at the same time, the Maester said, but the Mad King seemed to find it amusing though."
Wanda noted how the boy seemed to cast worried glances at the open tent flap at the mention of the Mad King.
Briefly, Wanda took survey of the tent and saw to her curiosity that she saw more unfamiliar ornaments and furniture surrounding her. All of which are medieval-looking in style. And from what she could see in the open flap of the tent, it appears to be mid-afternoon, and Wanda could see people in the same old-fashioned clothes passing just outside the tent.
It was very noisy too and hot. And judging by the humidity, Wanda knew instantly that she was no longer in Wakanda, but she was transported somewhere else.
She suspected that Thanos' must have a hand in her current predicament.
"Umm…" Wanda began, uncertain about the whole situation. She dimly recalled the heart-wrenching agony she felt the moment when Vision died in her arms, and now…now she woke up to see a boy sitting beside her while she lay in her furred beddings.
"Who are you?" was the first thing she asked as Wanda met the boy's widening grey eyes. "And where am I?"
"What do you mean, who am I?" The boy asked worriedly. "Do you not remember your little brother? Benjen?"
"Benjen?" Wanda said, slowly rising up from her sitting position. Her blanket slid to the ground and saw to her anxiety that she was only wearing in what appeared to be a thin dressing gown.
"The Maester advice that you wear those, or you will grow overheated beneath the blankets while you slept." The boy said while he hurriedly scrambled to his feet. "I think it's better that you lie down for a while Lya."
"Lya? Why do you keep calling me Lya?" Wanda said, stepping out from her beddings despite the boy's protest.
"It's because Lya is your name. It is short for Lyanna, and you are my older sister!" the boy exclaimed, "And you shouldn't be walking too soon in your current condition, sister. Or our brothers will not be too happy about it!"
"Where am I Benjen?" Wanda asked instead, ignoring the boy's words while she swiftly walked towards a chest of clothes where she could see a dress peeking from its side.
There was something not right about this whole picture. Wanda could not understand why the boy keep calling her Lya, or Lyanna, and addressing her with such familiarity like she was indeed his older sister.
"We are at the Tourney." The boy responded, still following her around like a little puppy. "The Tourney at Harrenhall."
"Tourney?" Wanda said, pulling out clothes from the chest and riffling through it. She saw a pair of pants and decided to put them on. "What's a Tourney?"
"Lya, I think I better call our brothers before you –" the boy began, sounding more panicked than ever.
"No, you are not!" Wanda interrupted, bringing her hand up until she could feel the power coursing through her veins and straight up to her fingertips where a scarlet tendril of magic began to coalescence in the air.
The boy's eyes widen at the sight of her magic, his mouth falling wide open.
"Benjen," She slowly began, not wanting to startle the boy further. "You are not going to call anyone. Not yet. Not before you tell me everything I needed to know about this place."
"You are not Lyanna!" the boy squeaked out, stumbling away from her with terror in his eyes. "You are not my sister! You are a witch with my sister's face!"
Wanda doesn't understand why the boy meant about her having his sister's face. But certainly it didn't bode well for Wanda Maximoff.
"That I am." Wanda said while she used her fingers to let the scarlet wisps dance in the air until it reached the boy's head and sifted into his brain. "I am a witch. The Scarlet Witch…And you are now going to listen to what I say."
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