Hello, this story follows the tale of my character as she meets her fate head on. Set a few months after the Avengers. As you might expect I own nothing of the Marvel Universe but I do enjoy borrowing them from time to time. Hope you enjoy and happy reading.
They think this will help me cope, to release the stress I guess but honestly I feel a bit silly. I wouldn't be doing this at all if the pirate hadn't made the damn thing mandatory... but I digress. I should start with the important stuff like my name, Terra, Terra Nova Starr...Yeah don't laugh I had hippie parents but thats besides the point. Im twenty two and on my way towards a degree in creative writing...not really sure what the hell Im going to use it for but thats part of growing up Im told. Never really had a home, more like I grew up all over the country... Like I said...hippie parents. Don't get me wrong they are awesome...or.. they were. Safire Starr and Cole Starr the people who crafted me to be who I am today, taught me everything and showed me that I could enjoy the smallest things in life. I miss that, I miss standing outside the bus and looking at the stars with the grass beneath my feet and flowers braided in my hair by a flickering fire. Oh the bus, an old short bus my parents had renovated to fit our life style or at least theirs, I sorta came along after the bus but thats not my life anymore. Its all agent this and sir that, sigh, how times change.
I suppose theres more to tell, I could spend days on this but the beginning may help. Ive always known I was adopted but that never made them any less my family. I always knew what love looked like because I watched it around me every day. The little touches when they passed each other or they way a look could make them smile. My mothers favorite flower left on her seat when she returned or my fathers favorite meal after a hard day at the markets where they sold what they could make with their hands. I didn't know I was different when I was little, they just wanted me to be me what ever that meant. The weird little things I did were no big deal. When I met other kids I just assumed they were the same until the first time I felt the shame of being a freak. It was so stupid really just me doing something that felt so natural and the boy I was playing with screamed, at first I was terrified...but when I realized it was me...I scared him...who I was terrified him I felt horrified. I was so revolted by myself that I locked myself in the bus and refused to leave...not that it was effective.
I learned that day that even if mom and dad were ok with who I was, most people wouldn't be and...I wasn't. A hard lesson but Ive used it every day since. So as I grew the wild child with hippie parents but I knew when to be me and when to keep it all inside. You can imagine their surprise when I became a teenager and graduated my parents extremely lax version of high school (frankly I had higher standards of education then they did) I made the crazy choice to ship off to collage...I tried a little of everything but I wanted to make my parents proud so whenI found a nitch for myself in creative writing I ran with it and just as always they supported it fully.
I suppose collage was the scariest thing I had ever experienced up until a few weeks ago. My mother was always my pillar, hell, growing up I wanted to grow up to be her. She was the kindest person I ever met, she always smelled like the outdoors and rose water. When I was upset I would hold her favorite blanket to my face and surround myself with the smell, I think that was the only reason I made it through my first few semesters away from them. She showed me how the universe worked, how we were all connected. I remember watching her work turning dirty stones and scraps of metal into amazing pieces of beauty, on my sixteenth birthday she gave me my own special necklace telling me she had been working on it the day they took me in. Every time I found something I though was pretty or interesting she would save it and weave it into the necklace until it told the story of my childhood. I haven't taken off since.
My dad was the strongest man alive, don't give me any bullshit about Thor or the big green guy you could never convince me other wise. He would pick me up when I would beg him to put me closer to the clouds and let me sit on his shoulders for hours or go chasing after me when I galavanted off into the forest chasing the wildlife and catch me after a few long strides. He could build a fire with his eyes closed and identify every blade of grass, every tree, every fish in the river or bird in the tree. I was sure he knew everything and he was the first to see what he called my gift. I was holding a little flower bulb and all I wanted was to see the flowers but the season hadn't started yet. Mom always said the universe hears us when we call out to it so I did with everything my six year old self had and when I opened my eyes to hear him gasp and the flower peeled open into the beauty I had been begging for. That night we celebrated.
Its all changed now, gone are the flowers and the stars. Now Im all about the regulated uniform of government housing. White walls, clean lines, starchy sheets, a minimalists heaven...Its not great. In fact I would go so far as to say its hell for a girl like me but it seems like the whole world is changing around us so Im not as alone as I feel, not that that though helps when I cant fall asleep but its something. Two months ago the world was normal, sure weird stuff happened but that was normal weird, we knew what to expect. Not so much any more...before we knew the news would come on every night with stories of robberies or car crashes or the presidents dog having puppies but that changed when the sky opened up over New York and an army of aliens led by a norse god attacked only to be stopped by hero's, hero's that were larger then life. I mean Stark we already knew to expect but the others...monsters, gods, legends, myths, agents. Maybe our world was just in the dark about these things but I can tell you it was one hell of a surprise for me.
How did I end up here? I wish I knew...I mean...I know but...theres just so many questions. I guess I never really learned anything as a kid...My parents were the most amazing human beings to ever exist in my book and as much as they spoke of the universe I don't think they understood our world very well because I could never be accepted and my "gift"...I think I got them killed and no matter how much of this log I write because some SHIELD phycologist told me it would help I will never be able to accept that. My father called it my gift but he was wrong...Its my curse.
Next time we discuss just what happened to Terra's parents and her gift. Also the Avengers will all slowly be making their appearance here. Have any questions, comments, or concerns feel free to leave a message after the tome...beep
-Thieves