CHAPTER 8
"Jarvis?" i asked as i looked for a sign of the avengers in the tower.
"Yes Tyla?" he replied.
"oh great you're there! Where's everybody?"
"i believe that they've gone to get Loki's staff, the Chitauri scepter."
"what?"
"they should be back soon."
"oh, okay." i said looking around the empty house and planted myself into a couch nearby. An idea popped up in my head. What if i got hold of the staff? Could i use it and... "Jarvis, what do you know about the Chitauri scepter?"
"The Chitauri scepter is a magical artifact. There is a stone within the gem of the scepter. There aren't many information on the stone but it gives sentience to both ultron and vision."
"how long approximately will it be before the avengers returned?"
"They have just returned. They are currently going down the elevator."
"have they got the staff with them?"
"yes."
Okay, I thought, i just need the right timing and everything and i can finish what dad started. I stood up from the sofa. I had their trust, at least most of it anyways. It should be easy, as long as i get the timing right. And if i do get it...maybe...i can be the one to rule earth?
I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room, thinking. Dad had magical powers, didn't he? Does that mean there's a chance i've got them too? And if i did, how am i supposed to know what to do or how to use them? Do i just like...think about it and then it happens? He could create hologram projections of himself, could i? i looked at myself in the reflection of the computer screen. Okay, let's try imagining me. Another me, standing there. I closed my eyes. I knew there was a very high chance of me failing. I shut my eyes even tighter. All i could do know is try my best and hope for the best. Please tell me that i can do it. Please. I slowly started opening my eyes. I could hear my heart beating. I swallowed. What i saw in front of me stunned me. It was me. So life like, so real. Took me some time to process the shock. i stood up and looked at it. I couldn't believe that it was happening. Slowly i walked around it. I reached towards it, but as soon as i touched it, it faded away.
BACK ON ASGARD
" what is it, Heimdall?" asked Odin.
"I see someone with Asgardian magical powers in midsgard." replied Heimdall "and she's learning to harness it."
"she?" asked Odin with a worried expression. "who is the girl?"
"Princess Anastasia. Or Tyla Stark, as she is known now."
Odin sighed and looked down. His greatest fear had just became reality. "what else can you see?"
"not much. She's hiding it"
"keep a close watch on her." he ordered as he left. He knew that without a proper teacher, her magical powers won't be able to get too far. But afterall, she is Loki's daughter. What if she was able to harness the power? Fear rose in him. Inhaling another deep breath, he carried on his journey back to the palace.
BACK IN THE AVENGER'S TOWER
I walked towards the mirror. I managed to change my appearance. I was a blonde haired chubby 5 year old. Gawping at the mirror, i smiled. With this i could transform into whoever whenever i want. Even the avengers. Even the president. I smiled broadly. Suddenly i heard footsteps coming towards me. Quickly, i changed back to my normal self.
"hey" it was uncle Thor.
"you didn't knock on the door again." said the 'me' that was sitting on my bed with a laptop. I watched the scene from behind the wardrobe.
He shrugged. "we're having a party tonight, to celebrate."
"to celebrate what?"
"didn't Jarvis tell you?"
"oh yes that! Yeah yeah, i just kind of forgot." i said, carrying on 'looking' at my 'laptop'. "I'll stay in my room, pretending that i don't exist."
"No, no of course not!" he said hurriedly. "You're invited actually. It's just us and you."
"yayyyy"
Several hours later...
"No Tyla Stark you're not allowed to drink." said Tony
"but-"
"No"
"ughhh" i growled and walked towards the rest of the avengers that was sitting. They were having a contest about who could pick up Thor's hammer. Clint was having his go. I took a seat on the armrest of the chair, next to Nat. Dad came along next and had his go. Nobody could lift it up.
"Tyla?"
"yeah?"
"you wanna have a go?"
"me?" i laughed. "even you guys can't lift it up!"
"Yeah have a try at least!" said Bruce.
"fine then, but don't expect me to-" i stopped. I just gave it a slight tug and there it was, in my hands. It was light as a feather. "well...err...this is unexpected." everybody stopped and just looked at me. "eheheh..."
"oh my god." said Nat.
"how is that possible?" exclaimed Steve. Tony was currently having a close look.
"but doesn't that mean..." muttered Bruce looking at Thor.
"it means that you're worthy and..." he said looking up "and you're worthy of the Asgardian throne."
"Does that mean that she's the next queen of Asgard?" asked Peter.
Queen of Asgard. the words repeated in my head. Queen of Asgard? So i'm actually gonna...be queen? The silence filled the room