Your name is Maite Hirsch and it feels like a curtain just slapped you in the face, which is a rather bizarre sensation, to say the least.
Prying your eyes open reveals that you're now lying on a couch with your overstuffed red backpack next to it, nevermind the fact that you were just slapped awake by the Cloak Of Levitation.
Which leaves its wielder. Where is Stephie?
The Cloak flutters off, presumably notifying him you're awake. This leaves you to your own devices.
Never a good thing.
Before you can much think about it, you sit up from the couch, wincing as your weight is suddenly suspended on your very much abused legs. Ow. Also, you're barefoot.
Well, this place is tiled, so it's not much of a problem. Keeping your steps soft -you don't want to get caught right away, after all- you pad down the first corridor you find and take a look around Sanctum Sanctorum. Like hell you're missing a chance like this!
A cautious glance into the first room you find reveals the guest quarters. Or what you assume are the guest quarters... The room has a lot of beds, anyway.
Feeling confident that the other rooms probably look the same, you pad off in search of a different corridor. Predictably, this is pretty easy.
This one houses the interdimensional windows.
You stick your head through one and nearly give the young German man (you very much recognize the features) on the other side a heart attack.
"Tut mir leid! Wollte dich nicht erschrecken."
"W-w-was zur Hölle?!" You pull your head back and twist the dial to a different setting.
The next corridor you duck into houses the relics. Jackpot, you mumble to yourself and head in.
Rather immediately, you notice something in your gut suddenly pulse. You blink rather abruptly and halt, splaying a hand on your abdomen. Was that...?
As if in response, your magic thrums again. Holy shit. A rather silly grin spreads on your face as you start walking through the rows of glass display cases in search of the relic calling to you.
It's ...some kind of old-fashioned pocketwatch? A bit curious, you take the floating amulet around your neck, where it hums in tandom with your magic happily.
That's, of course, when Stephie bursts into the room. Startled, you turn to face the (possibly future) Sorcerer Supreme. "Uh. Hi?"
Great job, me, you think to yourself. I totally don't feel like an idiot.
"Who are you?" If you weren't about 75% sure he picked that particular tone of voice and Look up from Wong, you'd be a lot more intimidated.
"Uh... My name is Maite Hirsch. I'll be entirely honest, I have no idea how I got here." You shrug with a sheepish expression.
Stephie sighs a very long-suffering sigh and conjures two chairs from nothing.
Sit down, he tells you and you're rather inclined to listen.
These chairs are ridiculously comfortable, as an aside.
"So, which dimension are you from?" Stephie opens. You take a moment to think about it.
"I honestly don't know? I'm from Earth, Germany if you want something more specific, but last I checked Doctor Strange was a movie."
Stephie visibly absorbs this, his gaze flicking to the relic on my chest every now and again as he mumbles rapid-fire to himself. Occasionally, the Eye flashes or the Cloak ripples against his collarbone, clueing me in that this is most likely a universe closer to Names Have Power than the usual canon.
"Alright, so you're from the Origin Dimension. Unlucky for you, that was a one-way trip. Lucky for you, the Amulet of the Norns chose you, so whatever your purpose here is, you're guarenteed to never miss where you're supposed to go. Congratulations."
That's all fine and good, but you'd like to know what that actually means. It means, Stephie informs you rather drily, that you're liable to be teleported at random to places where you are needed.
Well, fuck.
Your name is Maite Hirsch and you just realized that your relic chose you way before you even learned your first spell. This does not, in fact, bode well for your future.
A/N: Hello! Yes, surprise, I am actually posting a story.As was already alluded to in this chapter, this story's writing style is heavily inspired by ChangelingRin's Names Have Power, an absolutely brilliant Doctor Strange fanfiction that more people need to read.I do hope you'll enjoy my story too...My chapters are short, I know.Well, it's likely I'll update later again, considering I have the first, oh, 12 chapters or so already written?