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They were in Asgard. A city that should have been breathtakingly beautiful, but the buildings were ruined. Some were caved in on each other. While others on fire. There was fighting in the palace, but it was between the guards who were loyal to whoever was king and a ragtag group of warriors.
"Jon?" His father asked, in surprise more than anything. "What are you doing here?"
Jonathon's eyes flicked over to Tara and back to his father. "I think it's pretty obvious."
A giant robot that seemed to have been built by metal and fire. It stopped moving and shot fire at them. Tara acted quickly and swung her hammer, hitting the fire back at it. She got a real a good look at the strange robot, and she stopped short, her eyes widening.
"Oh my god. . ." she said, and she grew pale.
"Tara?" Jonathon walked over to her and put a concerned arm around her shoulders, maybe to help her.
"Y-you w-wanted to know what h-happened to my town," she answered, still staring and moving away from him. "That thing."
It was about to shoot more fire when she threw the hammer at it, breaking it in two. The hammer flew back to her. Jonathon could hear two voices arguing with each other somewhere else in the palace. One voice he could recognize. That woman who tried to kill Tara.
"There is no time left," the woman said. "If you wish to keep your throne, you will tell me where those pathways are."
Jonathon began to see red, but it was his father who calmed him down.
"Watch yourself," he said. "Your eyes turned red, there."
"Something worse is going to happen."
"They just vanished?" Lois asked the woman in disbelief.
"Isn't that what I just said?" The redhead replied.
"With all that's happening. . ." Lois said to herself.
"We need them?" The other woman asked. Her red hair moved in the wind.
"Look around you," Lois said, feeling like she was several years younger and explaining the importance of the Blur to Cat Grant again. "The world's practically falling apart."
"I am." The woman was looking around them seeing the younger heroes helping in the chaos. "It looks to me like we're not as alone as you thought."
Something clicked within Lois when she watched the younger heroes rescue different civilians. She grabbed her phone and began to desperately call her son, and he was not answering.
"No," she said, trying again. "No, no. Not him."
She had one message, she noticed. Jonathon was explaining the plan to essentially go off-world and stop the chaos at its source.
"There is hope that everything will turn out," the woman told Lois. "There is always hope."
Gaia was unseen in the Watchtower, and she was looking at the Helmet. The woman working on trying to find her heroes was only the temporary host. It was something that they all understood.
At that moment it was whispering, calling for its new host, the worthy one. She picked up the Helmet, and she instinctively felt for the host.
He was somehow related to the previous host, and he was sleeping in the little warmth he could find while on the streets. Still unseen, Gaia placed the Helmet next to him.
"Keep the Order," she whispered to him as he wore the Helmet, becoming Dr. Fate.
"Did you hear what this thing could be?" Tara asked him, and he shrugged. Even his father was unable to answer her question.
"It will end it all?" His father asked after a while.
"Where?" Tara asked, ready to stop it.
"I don't think. . ." Jonathon was trying to say, but she silenced him.
"Family matter." She noticed where he looked for a fraction of a second.
For some reason she knew enough to raise her hammer to the sky and call the lightning to her. Armor appeared as the bolt of lightning hit the hammer. The people of Asgard watched and for a brief moment, they allowed themselves to cheer. A thunderer was fighting for them again.
In his prison cell, a man watched the lightning streak across the sky, and he smiled to himself. She was doing her father proud.
The walk broke, and faint sunlight filtered its way inside. There Touron stood, resting her hammer on her shoulder and handing his to her father.
"I really have no idea what's happening," she told him. "But, someone's trying to get Loki to some kind of passage to end it all."
"Amora," he said through clenched teeth.
"What are we waiting for?"
"Your brother is free," Amora circled around Loki. "And, he'll be here any moment to take back your throne." Her tone became milder. "He can prevent this, you know, and you could still have it all."
"I know," Loki said, smirking. His tone becoming harsher as he began to smirk. "Maintaining and controlling my armies have weakened you, have they not?"
"What?" The Echantress shrieked. "What have you done?"
"Giving him a way to get out of his prison," Loki answered. "The only way for him to get free of his chains."
The Enchantress grew pale, and she could barely stay on her feet. She still tried to keep her pride intact.
"Since we work for the same master," she almost purred. "He will know that I have always worked to free him. Not to satisfy some petty vendetta."
"I was to be king," Loki told her.
"And, I am sure Malekith would understand that."
The Mighty Thor and his daughter Touron of Both the Mortal and the Immortal and the one who tasted death. The four fought each other, but Loki smirked and vanished.
Amora began to laugh. "You have failed, Thor. You failed your father and your mortal woman. Everything will die."
Jonathon found a strange hallway when he ran passed it. Inscribed in the wall were different symbols that looked very much like the symbol his father wore. He ran his hand over them.
"Move away from there, mortal," A voice yelled from behind him.
Jonathon turned around to see a man in green robes and long black hair. A man he remembered seeing before. . .from before. He held a spear, pointing it at his chest. Jonathon used his heat vision, making the other man drop his spear, and for some reason, Jonathon knew enough to knock the old doorway down, closing off that particular passage forever.
An old man watched as the young heroes struggled to stop the invading armies. Each one showed impressive skill, but they only could do so much.
Golden light would shine around them, and Dr. Fate led the older heroes back to Midgard before closing off the gates. The different realms were not bleeding into each other anymore.
"Your work, I believe?" He asked the woman in the shadows.
"I prefer subtlety," she answered.
"My work is far reaching."
He summoned up the last of his power and vanished from the world he had watched over for so long, and he was in his palace once more. There Loki and the Enchantress were waiting for his judgement which he gave out justly, previous feelings being ignored.
Because of Touron's actions, that day and off in the past, Malekith could not escape his prison. Despite her origin, Odin hugged the girl.