Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all characters portrayed and/or implied inside that television animated program belong solely unto Walt Disney Productions.

X-Men, created by Stan Lea and Jack Kirby, and published by Marvel Comics.

A host of other villains appear: Ra's al Ghoul from Batman Series; Tony Stark (Iron Man), Captain America, Thor, and Hawkeye, from Avengers, created by Stan Lea and Jack Kirby, also published by Marvel Comics; Spider-Man, created by Stan Lea and Steve Ditko, and expanded by Brian Michael Bandis, and published by Marvel Comics under The Ultimate Spider-Man, along with Villains, Modok and Doctor Octopus, Otto Octavius.

S.H.I.E.L.D. created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, published by Marvel Comics.


Silence of the Wind

As team leader, Kim takes the initiative leading her partner down yet another dark, dingy, and winding stony path. The duo walk in abstract silence. Kim lost deep in thought. She'd wrestled all along with this mission. She couldn't shake her gut instincts.

Someone, possibly one of her bosses at G.J., S.H.I.E.L.D., the committee, or some other government agency or rogue terrorist organization she hadn't encountered yet, was manipulating her into delivering this ancient weapon of mass destruction into their greedy hands.

She debates the option of destroying the artifact, regardless the consequences. She only prayed she could. What if its ancient inventors buried their creation because they desired but couldn't destroy it? The damn thing could be near indestructible. She prayed today's technology could accomplish what theirs couldn't. If not, she didn't know what she'd do to safeguard the world this time.

Their stony path ends and opens into a rectangular chamber. Not surprisingly, the architects hewed its walls and ceiling from solid bedrock, seemingly supported by six Romanesque columns—resembling those along the shrine's portico—and set in a zigzag pattern roundabout the chamber.

Each column had two tiny inserts, trimmed roundabout with arched eaves and gold pilasters. A replica of a Fire Chamber's statuette set inside each alcove, one apiece. More alien glyphs written beneath each alcove's edge.

Kim couldn't read the writing. She barely discerns this test's nature in time. She memorizes each column's approximate location, its accompanying alcove and statuette, along with which gem correlates with which statuette. And not a moment too soon.

A giant boulder slams over blocking their only exit, as well as cutting off the fire-pit's light. Kim and Ron stood motionless inside the pitch-back darkness.

She was no longer wearing her alien armor. Kim tries her battle suit's lights. They wouldn't come on. She tries her kimmnicator next. It, too, was dead, along with all their other electronic gadgets. Hers and Ron's.

Ron starts to freak again, imagining more snakes slithering all around them. He reaches but couldn't feel his partner anywhere nearby. He didn't hear or feel her move. "KP," he calls out.

She didn't answer him fast enough.

"KP!" He calls out louder.

"Calm down, Ron," she retracts her hermetic suit's helmet.

Usually, that gesture alone would calm his worst fears. Not this time. He notices something they'd both missed earlier. "KP," he tries to get her attention again.

She didn't answer.

"KP!" He squawks in growing terror.

She'd tried to overlook his childishness. Kim knew she couldn't keep her eyes open for possible traps and coddle him. She loses her patience snapping, "What!?"

"Why are your eyes glowing?" Ron backs away, pointing.

"What?"

"Your eyes," he swallows nervously backing away from his partner, "they're glowing crimson red".

Sure enough. They were. He'd rile her so much. Her eyes started to glow. And she didn't even notice. She concentrates upon their surroundings. Her eyes somehow peel back the darkness.

"Wait here, Ron," she keeps her backpack close. "This shouldn't take long".

"Okay, KP".

Kim vanishes amidst the darkness. She approaches and studies first column's alcove marking, and rifles through her backpack for the appropriate gemstones. She inserts the bloodstone in the right statue's forehead and the blood coral gem into the left statuette's forehead. She does the same for the rest…

the white sapphire into the second column's right statue, and moonstone into its left.

the golden topaz into the third column's right statue, and blue sapphire into its left.

A whirring sound stops her cold in her tracks. Kim listens carefully for precious few seconds, unable to see what's happening, and alarmed by what her ears detect. A rush of wind sweeps over her, head to toe. And then she knew, "Ron, get your oxygen mask on. Now!"

"Sure thing, KP," he yells over the tempest.

Kim knew, something was siphoning their air supply. And they'd been out within 2-minutes. It was a good thing their oxygen tanks were manual, not digital, or they'd be dead. For sure. She puts on hers, too; only not oxygen came out. Damn, she curses aloud, realizing. It must've been damaged when the fire-pit spewed her out. She works fast, knowing a dwindling air supply will hinder her efforts.

Spirit of the Wind

She approaches the 4th column studying its alcoves' markings. She riffles through her backpack for the right gemstones. It didn't take long with only six statuettes left.

She inserts the opal stone into the right statue's forehead, and Apache tear stone into the left's.

Her air supply getting thin. Her lungs razed with each breath. Her eyes saw halos around everything. The darkness closed in tighter from every side. Her head throbbed from overexertion, battling dizziness to simply stay erect on her feet.

Kim moves onto the 5th column ignoring her physical discomfort. Vision blurry, she could barely make out its markings. She rifles through her bag inserting...

the turquoise stone into the right statue's forehead, and black garnet into the left's forehead.

Again. The redhead wearily moves onto the last column. Her air supply had gotten so thin by then. She couldn't take a solid breath. She wheezes, getting what last air she could. Even that wasn't enough to alleviate her suffering. he holds her breath, praying she could stay conscious long enough to finish this last task. Fail, and they're both dead. Her and Ron.

Her nerves had done so numb. She'd lost all feeling in her legs. Her fingertips start to tingle, so hyper-sensitive. The simple act of touching something sends rippling pain like fire through her body. Her vision declined so rapidly. All shapes lose depth and dimension.

The last column resembled a matchstick. The matchhead lit and flames dancing in the distance, along a narrowing tunnel. It'd close soon, trapping her inside eternal darkness. She could no longer make out its distinct markings, nor trace the glyph's etchings. She had to rely on her memory alone. Kim reaches into her bag grabbing the last two jewels.

She inserts the amethyst stone into the right statue. Her knees threaten to buckle. Kim props against the column to prevent herself from falling. Her fingers rake the column's exterior. Her mind was so foggy. She barely registers the last alcove. She shoves the ade stone inside the left statuette's forehead, mere seconds before losing consciousness and hitting the ground out cold.

The wall opposite her location scrapes open. Precious oxygen rushes inside the current chamber. Only, she didn't notice.

"KP," Ron sees her lying on the floor. He wasn't sure what'd happened. He rushes over and keels alongside his partner checking her vitals. Her pulse was weak and breathing shallow. He removes and places his oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. Nearly 30-mintues pass in silence. He stays by her side checking her pulse every so often.

Kim starts to come around. Groaning, head throbbing and every muscle aching. Her body screamed in pain. Her eyes flutter open.

"KP," Ron leans over brushing her lips with his, "I thought I'd lost you. What happened?"

"My oxygen tank failed, Ron. I had to complete this trial without oxygen. I must've passed out cold.

"We'll discuss this equipment failure with Wade….in great detail," he holds the tech genius solely responsible.

"Ron, it's not his fault. He checks, but can't prevent ever failure," she censures him sharply.

Ron sighs heavily, knowing she was right. He'd never failed them in the past. Still, knowing that didn't make seeing her lying there, and thinking she was dead, any easier. "Maybe we can discuss this issue and he can devise a better way to detect equipment snafus".

"Ron, gather up those gems," she caresses his hand affectionately.

"Why?"

"We'll need them inside the next chamber".

Ron never pretended to be that perceptive. Even he couldn't miss her familiarity with this temple. "KP…?" He goes to question her, but hesitates not wishing to openly accuse her of anything.

"What's on your mind, Ron?" She prays under her breath he hadn't noticed her familiarity with this temple/shrine. She couldn't share why. Master Sensei alone knew that truth. No one else did.

Ron accepts her open invitation asking the dreaded questions, "KP, how do you know so much about this temple? How can you read its hieroglyphics? Or overcome these weird challenges so easily?"

"I wouldn't say easily. I did almost suffocate during the last one".

She censured him moments ago. Now was his turn. "You know exactly what I meant, KP, and quit trying to deflect my attention. It won't work this time. Will you simply answer the question?"

"Honestly, Ron," she sits up and leans against a nearby column, lying through her teeth, "I don't know. Ancient languages and cryptography have always been my passion, long before saving the world. Why do you think your old nemesis, Monkey Fist, duped me into recovering his monkey idol? G.J. like him esteemed us qualified for this assignment". She drops the issue, and prayed he'd done the same. For the sake of their relationship.

Several minutes pass in unabated silence. Her vision clears and physical strength returns. Her lower limbs become stable once more. She notices a plaque erected outside the last chamber's entrance. "See what I mean," she points out and translates its inscription...

"Long ago, when time first began, there were born four rivalrous siblings, all on the same day. The 1stdrinks everything in sight, but stays thirsty. The 2ndalways runs, but never gets weary. The 3rdalways eats, but never gets full. The last always sings, and can be heard in every tongue, tongue, and nation across the world".

"What the what?"

"Ron," she cherishes his decisiveness to stick with the mission, despite overwhelming confusion, "it commemorates our victories over the last four challenges: Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind".

Standing Amidst the Void

Kim reach outs with an inviting smile.

Ron grasps her hand tenderly, helping her back onto her feet.

She gets back into mission mode, leading their way into the next chamber, past the plaque she'd just moments ago.

Ron relaxes, comforted, she was back on her feet and in charge again, plus, this passage wasn't as narrow and dank like the last one. He was so busy 'watching over' his lover/partner. She didn't notice they'd left their initial path and started across a subterranean bridge. A seemingly bottomless ravine lay on either side.

Her recent brush with death served a vital purpose. His concern over her safety blinded him against their current danger, or he'd be freaking out about now. crossing a subterranean bridge topped his list of phobias.

10-minutes. She keeps up her slow but steady pace. She hopes he wouldn't notice, until they'd cross this gorge at least. They'd no sooner crossed the bridge and stepped onto the other side. An enormous stalagmite breaks loose overhead impacting the stone bridge.

Ron hears stone impact stone, even felt solid ground shuffle under his feet. He whips his head around, just in time to see the bridge—they'd just crossed—collapse into the gorge below. He turns back around, fear etched across his face. Face pale and limbs trembling with fear.

Kim ignores his bug-eyes, which screamed at her, 'Did you know about this?" His eyes trail back to where the bridge last stood.

Kim suppresses her own laughter. She puts on her poker face and again lies to his face by shaking her head, 'No'. The current path proves shorter than their last, opening unto the next chamber. She shoves momentary brush with death aside. They'd survive. That was what really mattered. For now.

She examines the room's interior, noticing the room's pentagonal shape and a huge stage centering the chamber. This massive structure took up nearly the whole chamber. Twelve ivory white stone steps lead onto the raised platform.

Kim retrieves her collapsible staff. The structure looked sound. Who knows how long it'd been here? Millions of years, possibly. She tests each individual step's structural soundness by poking the sides and center, before daring to put her weight on each apparatus.

Kim and Ron reach the top step without delay. The structure didn't sag or shriek once. The duo quickly realizes, this 'stage' was really a sub-platform to a higher dais. The ancients believed enlightenment and ascension should be your highest goal in life.

It seemed only fitting, the ancients built a higher platform Three ivory white stone steps led up to this dais. A solid gold 'prayer' altar snug against the bottom step. Four miniature 'incense' altars built around this one. Here, a wayward soul could find true inner peace and co-exist with his/her peers, as well as find the strength to live in harmony with the outside world and its external influence.

Lighting The Fires

"What do we do now, KP?" Ron scratches his head.

"We light these altars, Ron," she thought that part should be obvious.

"Light them? How?"

"By putting the gemstones in place".

Gems don't light fires without refracting sunlight. They're so deep underground. The sun's amber rays would never reach them. "Are you ill? Do you have enough oxygen?" He questions her healthy again. "We don't have any wood, coals, matches, an accelerate, or anything like that. How are we supposed to start a fire?" He reaches forth his hand.

He hadn't purified or emptied himself before approach these altars. "Ron, no," she tries to stop him. Only, it was too late.

His hand no sooner touches the nearest altar. Electricity passes over the altar's and up his arm. His body convulses violently as raw current of energy passed through every fiber of his body. His mind screams, 'Release your grip'. Ron tries to comply. His body simply wouldn't comply, no matter how hard he willed it do so. Soaring pain swiftly crosses his tolerance threshold.

Kim knew, act quickly or she'd bury her partner. She couldn't touch him directly. Do, they'd both be electrocuted and die. She shoulders her shield tackling her partner.

Hand dislodged. He was no longer touching the altar. The shocking immediately ceases. She checks his vital, happy he was alive, though out cold. Kim works counterclockwise setting up each altar's assigned jewels:

Bloodstone and Blood Coral on the 1st incense altar (right to left).

White Sapphireand Moonstone on the 2nd.

Golden Topaz and Blue Sapphire on the 3rd.

Opal and Apache Tear on the 4th.

Just like she did inside the Wind Chamber.

The first eight gemstones were in place. And nothing. That meant she'd have to approach the holiest lower altar.

Kim reluctantly approaches the prayer altar. Pure dread takes deeper root in her heart the closer she got. Nerves shot. Stomach pitted. Respiration and BP elevated. Sweating profusely. She approaches the prayer altar setting the Turquoise gem into its right slot, and the Black Garnet into the left slot. She steps back and kneels with her head bowed and eyes closed.

Fires long since quenched ignite once again. The four incense altars below come alive. Sacred fires ignite inside each without any human intervention. Liquid lava pours over each altar's side, running into the stony veins, carved beneath the lower dais. These fiery rivers converge simultaneously from all angles, igniting the prayer altar's sacred fires. Thick incense quickly covers the chamber's interior.

Kim didn't know what else to do. She didn't have a prayer manual. She claps her hands twice, and recites the prophecy outside this chamber's door, 'A cloud is my mother, the wind my father, the cool stream my brother, and fruit of the earth my daughter. The rainbow is my only bed, and the earth my final resting place. This is the cycle of life. Here and beyond'.

She no sooner utters that last part. The prayer altar splits down the middle. Each side slides in the opposite direction revealing more ivory white stairs. Kim ascends the last leg of her journey with some trepidation. Her mission entailed Team Possible recovering this ancient weapon of mass destruction.

She questions her superiors' true intentions regarding this WMD. Even if her immediate superiors' intentions were true enough, what about their bosses? And what about theirs? And on up the ladder? Why did they really seek this weapon? It couldn't be good news. For anyone.

Kim starts up these stairs. Each step take with caution and deep though. These questions and more weighing heavily upon her heart. She reaches the top, placing the Amethyst stone into the right slot and Jade stone into the left slot.

She couldn't explain how. Her flaming riving didn't stop below. The crimson current flowed uphill against gravity and into eddies beneath this main platform. Liquid fire purls roundabout but stop at her feet, never touching the main altar.

Kim slaps her forehead. How could she be so stupid? She curses herself. She kneels and opens her backpack, removing her rock, vine idol, and the fire-pit creature's heart. She didn't debate what went where. There wasn't much choice.

Architects carved a groove beneath the altar's base. The 'heart' was too small, and vine idol too large. That left a single choice. Kim places her earth chamber rock near the altar's base.

A single alcove cared midway into the altar's front. The heart would fit. It wasn't too small. Putting it inside this slot didn't seem right. The ancients believe in symmetry, a balance with one's environment. Placing the heart inside this alcove would throw off this chamber's balance. And besides, the vine idol would never fit inside the slot atop the altar. Kim places vine idol inside its alcove. She, then, places the creature's crystalline heart inside the 3-inch diameter hole atop the alar.

Strands of fire start to move again. Liquid fire streams its way up the altar's sides and into its inner most chamber igniting its sacred fires.

Meeting In The Ether

The heart still hadn't lost its luster. The ascension altar's sacred fires burned hotter than even the fire-pit. The heart absorbs its full heart. It didn't take long. Brilliant shafts of light shoot in every direction. Every imaginable color into a single lipid white aura.

A petite 5'5" flaming redhead and weighing roughly 110-115-lbs steps into the open.

Kim thought she could face anyone or anything. And yet, she panics, backing away in terror.

This entity reaches inside the altar and removes a burning coal. Her hand wasn't burnt, nor did she cry in pain. In fact, the hot coal burned brighter than ever. An invisible force reaches out immobilizing her whole body.

Kim wills herself, her body refused to comply.

Her celestial hostess touches the hot coal against her lips.

Sheer instinct kicks into overdrive. Kim opens her mouth to scream in pure agony. Only, the pain never came. She finally finds her voice choking out a single word, "Aconasema?"

Her hostess didn't seem angry. She answers with considerable warmth, "Aconasema was my only daughter. She resided within you now".

Kim was so shocked over meeting a celestial being. She didn't catch that last part. Her mind locked on one thing asking, "Who're you?"

"My name's Phonecia, Phoenix Goddess. I, however, am not what's important. You are, Little One, your transformation has already started..."

"Transformation? What transformation?"

Phonecia detects this young one's concern. She keeps a clam voice explaining, "Many have ventured inside my temples over the eons. All perished over their own selfish ambitions. It has been nearly six millennia since a mortal has ventured inside these hallowed halls.

You, however, are the first warrior, who has passed all my tests and proven your purity of heart, true strength of character, and resolve under hardships. You're worthy to wield my daughter's powers, she inherited upon mine and her father's fusion. She's within you. Now you have this power, too. Your life will never be the same again. Aconasema's essence is already growing inside you".

"The armor?"

Her alien hostess smiles reassuringly.

"You were the 'still small voice' urging me to put on that alien armor".

"That wasn't me," Phonecia speaks frankly.

"Then who?"

"My daughter, Aconasema".

"I stumbled upon this place many years ago, wounded and possibly dying. She merged our essences, saving my life. She used that armor to test our bond, didn't she?"

"Correct," the celestial being shakes her head.

"Why? Why would she do this?"

Personal Reflection

"Reflect over your challenges, Young One," the goddess perceives her confusion. "The armor only tested your bond with my daughter. Each challenge thereafter assayed your core character, who you really are during the good and worst possible times. In short, you are born of water, quickened upon the four winds, nourished by the fruits of the ground, and edified by the immeasurable wisdom of the ancients as foretold in nature and the cosmos. You're no longer human, but a goddess among men. You'll learn what that truly means, very shortly".

"Please forgive my ignorance," Kim beseeches her hostess' indulgence. "I'm an international agent of the Himalayan Committee, sent here to recover a weapon of mass destruction. I must prevent it falling into the wrong hands. My failure could plunge humanity into WW-III, possibly our utter annihilation".

"Relax, My Dear," Phonecia consoles. "Your words are true and your heart pure. I already know why you're here, Kim Possible of Earth. Don't worry, your mission is honorable. Else you'd never reached this far. I saw how you protected your mate, and you're right, this weapon cannot be allowed to fall into the wrong hands. And I know you won't let that happen".

"Great," Kim relaxes, after having built some rapport. She felt more comfortable asking, "Where's the ancient WMD hidden, Phonecia?"

"My Dear," Phonecia grasps her hands lightly, "you are that weapon. And it has become your sole responsibility to keep yourself from enemy hands, or they can use you to bring great harm or maybe even destroy your own world, along with all its inhabitants. I'm only an apparition of the essence now residing inside you. I've fulfilled my purpose, and can rest, til needed again. Your car and spaceship are being updated beyond 'modern' Earth tech".

"How can I contact you again?"

"You can't".

"What if I have more question? You know, like how to use this new equipment and such".

"Reach inside yourself," she states placidly, "Aconasema already knows all this. She can share her knowledge with you. Even that shouldn't be necessary. You should already possess all her memories, and know our tech. I've watch you, since my daughter spare your life all those years ago".

"Ah, man," Kim knew exactly what she meant, "that means you registered my presence years ago, when I stumbled inside this place, didn't you?"

"I did," the entity admits. "You came into the Earth chamber, priming the temple, only to leave".

"I was only sixteen, and being pursued by some very unsavory characters. Anyway, I never told anyone about this place".

"I know".

"Well, did you know? I've also had recurring dreams about this place ever since. Those very dreams helped me traverse this place and survive its challenges".

"I must confess," the apparition reveals, "I scanned your brainwaves back then, and have been periodically implanting alien engrams about my people and our technology into your mind, which may be what triggered your dreams, and why I say, you won't need any training on using this new tech. Just keep this power safe. I sense your concern, and we've already made all the necessary preparations to protect your family and friends.

Our genetics are rewriting yours, even as we speak. Not even this DNAmy, you fear so greatly, will be able to expose your past. Alaina will reveal your parentage, when the time's right. Go, you must leave now. Your enemies have breached this temple. They're already inside the Fire Chamber".

The apparition flutters her hands. A bright light washes over them. And the next thing she knew. She and Ron were back aboard their flying saucer.

Kim straps in her unconscious partner, then herself, ordering, "Alaina, get us out of here! Quickly!"

She debated her alien's startling revelations. A part of her doubted any of it would ever really come to pass, until realizing they weren't aboard Alaina. She recalled, her alien hostess said she'd upgrade her car and spaceship. She never said anything about Alaina.

Sure, their current craft's A.I. answered the name Alaina. But, it wasn't Alaina. She should know. She helped design and build Alaina, every minute system. She would've noticed sooner, if she wasn't so worried about Ron.

This Alaina climbed sharply in altitude. The takeoff was flawlessly smooth, little to no turbulence, some mechanism nullifying G-force. Her eyes saw computers resembling the real Alaina's. and yet, these machines didn't beep or give any readings.

These realizations gave new credence unto her alien hostess predictions, as well as breathing new life into her internal debate. She couldn't shake the feeling. Trouble brewed on the horizon. Her life was about to changed, turned upside down by a tsunami of trouble.


Ron's hurt. Kim's headed back home. How can she fulfill her mission without exposing herself as the prophesied Weapon of Mass Destruction? What can she do about the scrolls exposing her darkest secret? A secret so volatile, if revealed, could plunge the world into all-out war, as well as put her family and friends in mortal danger? Global Justice and SHIELD are the least of her troubles. Hydra wants this weapon, too.


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