Good morning, afternoon, or evening dear readers, and welcome to this tale that I will weave for you. I have enjoyed the Avengers for a long time now, and decided to write this very story nearly a year ago. I fell off the map, but I will make my return now, with a rewrite and continuation of this piece of fiction you see before you. I own only my character and my storyline. Without further ado, let us begin:

Prologue

Her whole being was on fire. All of it, straight down to her toes. It felt as though she had been cut limb from limb and as if her insides had been pulled out one by one then shoved forcefully back inside her. As if she had been sewn back together with knitting needles and as if it had then happened all over again. He was forcing her to the edge of collapsing, to the edge of breaking, but she was of Asgard, and she refused to fall.

She cringed at the thought of enduring more of this, and she knew that Thanos would enjoy every second of her agony. This was not the worst of his wrath; she had been in more pain before this moment. She wondered if all failure felt like this, for having never failed so terribly on anything else. All of those lies just to be torn down again. She hurt.

Her thoughts were torn from her as a low voice spoke. It was an agonizingly smooth voice, and it was slithering around her, threatening to choke the air out of her.

"I am done with you for now, my sweet," the voice said. "You have other punishments to endure. But I will never be finished with you, I fear, for you are just such lovely company." She smirked weakly and almost laughed, of course she was good company, she was obedient, like a dog. Her sarcastic thoughts were cut off by a fierce, excruciating pain on her back. It seemed as though there was something inside her skin. "Every time you use your magic, this mark will grow," the voice continued sending shivers down her spine. "Until the entire world will be able to see that you are my prisoner, and mine alone." He laughed.

She wanted to retort, to lash out, but she was too weak, and she could not stop the magic as there was a blinding flash of light and the laughter faded into nothingness. She would not fall, or so she hoped.

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"She is waking," an unknown voice said. She awoke to the soft light

of what she knew immediately was the palace healing room. She had been here before, though never as a patient. It had been some time though, and the healing session that she had completed here had been in a seemingly different time, one of war and realms and destruction, well, perhaps it hadn't been so different then. She knew that the tensions between those said realms were still high, perhaps that was why she had not been back for such a long time. "We will bring her to the Allfather immediately."

She almost chuckled; but the pain still made it hard for her to function properly. Since when had she become so used to this pain? As a servant dragged her down the golden halls she again realized that they were in Valhalla, fantastic. She then became fully alert, surprising the servant by standing completely and walking with newfound strength. She may as well be strong if she were about to meet the Allfather, she owed him at least that much. She owed herself that much as well. The servant let go of her cautiously and continued walking as she followed closely behind.

She remembered now, why she was here. Who knew that failure could be so painful? More punishment was to come, she was sure of it. It was well deserved, she supposed, but she still was not looking forward to it. Who would be, after all?

As soon as she entered the throne room, and even just outside the doors, she could feel the tension in the air. She sunk into a bow as she approached Odin and Frigga, who was standing by his side. She had decided that when she got to this point she would not to put up a fight of any sorts; it would be easier to accept her fate that way. Her head felt heavy, there was something wrong with this picture, but she could not pick out what it was.

"Rise, Athadana of Yggdrasil, we have important matters to attend to," the Allfather said, so she stood and looked into the face of the powerful man that sat upon the throne. She did not flinch as he looked, no, as he glared back.

"What will you do with me, now that I am a criminal? Surely you still need a sorceress of Yggdrasil who is as competent as I am," The woman smirked.

"Do not test me," the king snapped, and the woman stood her ground. "You have no right to address me like a fool. You are the Sorceress, true, and you are the only one capable of your job, so when the time comes that you are needed, you will be called upon, however, you have not done much useful work for a long time, and I doubt that your skills will be needed often."

Athadana' gaze became sharper as he said this, for he had no idea what Thanos was up to, although, neither did she for that matter. Her work had never been worthless, he had just been blind. And Yggdrasil, well, she wondered how well the great tree would be in her absence.

"And now," the Allfather began again, his voice booming around the throne room. "For your punishment. You are hereby banished to Midgard, where you will not be allowed the use of magic. If you do use your magic, well, all I shall say is that it will not be pleasant. You will also be monitored, by me personally, I will let you use your magic only when I feel it is the right thing to do, but it will still be a rather unpleasant feeling. If I believe that you should not be using your magic, the feeling will become... how should I say? Stronger."

Her stomach dropped and she nearly wanted to cry, but Athadana kept up her silent façade and continued to look up at the Allfather. This was unfortunate, for magic was useful to Atha, and it was important as well, she had not gone without magic for a very long time. Frigga, she noticed, seemed afraid as well, though she did not know if it was because of her punishment or her presence. Her head grew heavier.

"You will be joined on Midgard, but not just yet, for this prisoner's full punishment is yet to be determined," the king continued, and she thought that she saw a trace of regret in his eyes, but whatever sympathy she saw there was gone in an instant. It left her wondering of the crimes of her future companion, but that was of little importance now. "Now then, I suppose I should say good luck," he waved his hand almost casually and there was another flash of light. "And goodbye, for now."

She fell, from both the sky, and consciousness as the fates watched and Heimdall guided her body down. A new path had begun.