Awakening

I, Cry-Pom, in all of my wonderful glory, own nothing. Disney, Marvel, and JK Rowling have those pleasures. SO BUG THEM INSTEAD OF ME!

Here we begin again, together again; once again, though now better than before, I give you Penny! :)

Prologue

Some stories start with Once Upon A Time, but this isn't the beginning of my story, this is just another chapter in my endless tale. My story may have many different titles, just like I have laid claim to many different names over my numerous years.

You may know me by some of them. Once, I was Harry James Potter; then I was Danny, and then Death. I've been called Jane, John, Jynx, Yana, Benjamin, Ryan, and Dianna.

I have had so many names that I no longer remember them all. But my old names don't matter anymore, they're chapters have already passed, so it doesn't matter who I once have been. It only mattered who I currently am, the chapter that is playing out here and now. In recent years I have been known as Penella; Penny the secret teenage daughter to the billionaire genius superhero Tony Stark. But I am not just Penny, I am also an Immortal.

An Immortal who couldn't remember her own Realm, an Immortal who is stuck between two worlds, with only fragments of fragments of her memories left to her, whose story is being wiped clean. I'm an Immortal without a purpose, an Immortal lost in the threads of Fate.

Because of those threads I've lived, and died, countless times. I have loved, and I have lost; I have laughed and I have cried. I am a Bonded, and I am a Sister. These things help make up who I truly am; they create the numerous stories that I could share with you, about who I am, and who I have been.

Once upon a time I was a friend, a college, a sister, a daughter, and an employee. I have played so many different parts in my story. I've been the hero, and the villain; I've been the guide, and the instigator.

I have lived so many lives, have played so many different roles; but have rarely been able to truly live, to embrace my true part in my own story.

I've been forced to endure so many horrors; I've had to watch as so many of my friends died, becoming simple whispers on pages past.

In the end, does it all matter? Does my story, the endless pages filled with countless lifetimes, really matter to the world? Has it all been worth it? The pain, the rage, the sorrow, does it mean anything? Does the small number of people I have managed to save, the times I have restored Balance, mean anything? Is it worth it?

I have come to realize something, with my Bonded on one side and my mortal father on my other, it does matter.

I'm no longer just a wondering Soul, pointless, worthless, and inferior like I had been led to believe. For so long I have doubted myself, I have let myself be led astray by those older than me. I have been blind to the manipulations around me. I couldn't see those who wanted me weak; who wanted me ignorant of my true power, of my true place.

But no more.

Finally, after all of these years floating, wandering, I've found my place. I have found my meaning, my home. I finally found who I am, and the role I'm meant to play in my story.

For in all of Existence everyone has a place, their own story that fits into the masterpiece that is Existence. Everyone has their own Path they need to walk, their story they need to complete; and until now, my own Path has been hidden from me.

No one can discover, or travel, your Path for you. It is something that each one of us must do ourselves. We must discover the Path we are meant to walk, and we must travel it ourselves, to learn, to embrace, to create our own story.

I have let myself be led astray; I let myself be a pawn as I believed that someone was walking me down my Path. But I was a fool, I was blind, and I had let it happen to myself.

For so many years, I thought that I knew what I was doing. I thought that part I played in Life was insignificant because that was what I had been led to believe. I thought that my Family had dealt me a bad hand. I thought that I had a curse, and that I was stuck with it for Eternity.

I believed that Fati's Realm ruled my own, and I had let manipulations rule my purpose, just like they had in my First Life. I still had lessons to learn, and they were the same ones that I never had in my First Life.

But the blame wasn't solely one Fati, nor anyone else. Because I had let them, I had allowed myself to be used, to be weak, my story to be twisted. It was because of the mistakes I made, because I fled from my Path, it was because I didn't embrace who I was, that my story became chapters upon chapters of pain, ignorance, and suffering. Though not deliberately, nor totally of my actions, I created my own world.

I created my demons; I let the will of others guide me…

But now I'm free, now I can see what I have let others do to me, and what I have done to myself. So now I must fix that mistake. I have to Find my Path again and retake my power from those I have given it away to. Now I have to take up the pen and write my own story, starting from here.

Once upon a time I was blind and I now I can see. I once thought that I was alone, but now I embrace my family. The one thing that had been denied me lifetime after lifetime, I can now claim it as my own.

They are my life, and my life is my Realm.

I've been smashed down, torn, beaten, and spread thin across time. But now, now I was strong within myself.

I know who I thought I was.

I now know who I am.

I wasn't meant to walk the Path that others chose for me. I wasn't meant to be a mindless puppet with others pulling the strings. I wasn't meant to be a player in a story someone else wrote.

I was meant to walk the Path that I found, that I discovered, the one that I chose. I was meant to write my own story, and create my own life.

I am meant to keep the Balance, for that is my Realm.

I am meant to be myself, for that is what Existence needs.

Finally, I am able to do just that.

Finally, I am free to write my own story.

I have been many things; I have been many people once upon a time.

But I am Aequivalere, and I always have been. I am Bonded to the Immoral Mortem. I am Sister to Immortals Vitam, Infinitas, and Insania. I am the daughter to Tony Stark. I am an Immortal with a Mortal Form.

I am back; I will not let anyone steal me away again.

I will walk my own Path, as I have embraced it. I shall create my own story, and choose what chapters come next.

Most stories start with a Once Upon a Time. This isn't the beginning of my story, for we are far into it. But this is the next chapter, the chapter where everything changes, when we veer away from the previous plot and start anew.

I am Aequivalere, I am Penella Piper Maria Stark, and I am the Immortal of Balance.

This isn't the story of my First Life, nor is this the story of my lives in-between. This chapter isn't about my past, nor my future. It isn't about the time when I was a John or Jane or even Harry.

This is the chapter about my Awakening; and what happened because of it.

Oh my, it made me so happy to rework this; you can't believe how thrilling it was. I will revamp this better than ever! And hopefully it can become the epic tale that I always saw it as in my mind.

If you have read my previous version before, I beg you to give this one a try.

Cp