On the night of December 31st, a child was born to Markus and Ria Lhys. A child with hair as yellow as corn and eyes as black as night. But there was something about her. Something you just couldn't put your finger on.

Everyone crooned over the precious child, admiring her delicate hands and silky hair. No one knew that their praises would turn on them, helping the unknown.

On a planet far away from Earth in the Andromeda Galaxy, Thanos sat. And Thanos heard the whispers of the people. And Thanos wanted.

He had always admired Earth and the people on it. They were so naïve, so foolish. There were few actually worthy to serve for him. But he wanted one, one who could bring him power. And so Thanos got.

The baby was only a few weeks old and slept soundly in her cradle, swaddled tightly in blankets. She clutched a small bear, her tiny fist not holding the bear's hand but the area of the bear's chest. A loud thump came from downstairs and the baby stirred, but did not wake. As soon as the baby settled down again, there came another loud thump and a strangled cry. This time the baby woke but did not utter a sound, she just looked around the room with her large inky black eyes.

There was a crash and then the baby's door was thrown open revealing a medium sized man, cloaked in black. He advanced towards the baby menacingly but she just watched him with interest. A long sword glinted at his side, slick with blood.

He picked up the baby and looked at her, a small smile forming on his barely visible mouth. "Thanos will be satisfied." And with that, he dashed out of the room and seemingly ran straight through the wall. The bear that the child had been holding fell from the cradle, a tiny hole in its chest.

The man reappeared moment later on Sanctuary, and set off towards the large figure in the distance.