Chapter 27
A week passed since Daisy first woke up at Kamar Taj, and soon found the whole place to be a lot less creepy in the sorry period of time. Naturally, Wanda fit right in with the aesthetic of the place and soon Daisy had replicated it.
Tugging on the sleeves of the dark cloth of the robes, Daisy faced Wanda as they circled around the courtyard like a predator sneaking up on their prey. Wanda's eyes glowed a slight red as they usually did when she used her powers mirroring Daisy's eyes shone a slight purple.
"One of us is gonna need to start. We won't permanently do any damage. You know we can't hurt each other, our powers wouldn't allow that." She summed a ball of misty energy ready to chuck at the right time. Wanda had the mist swirling around her fingers.
That was the difference between them, Wanda cares for the defence to go full-on fighting while Daisy was always prepared to attack in every possible way we could think of. Growing bored of the constant eyeing Daisy let's loose of the ball only for it to be absorbed by Wanda's quick shield placement.
"Impressive, but show me what Natasha has taught you." Daisy decided to throw a hit at Wanda which was easily blocked by Wanda's forearm. Count her glad that she was able to block basic hits. Yet while Wanda was still focusing on her block Daisy moved her overhand and shot a small amount of power into Wanda's chest which nocked the younger woman back a few steps. That got Wanda riled up which is what she needed.
The two continued back in forth in flashing lights of violet and crimson unaware of the small crowd that watched them. It seemed the news had spread around the place and among the sorcerers about the two beings of destruction was not as scary as the place of the legend then. Only to find girlfriends that seemed not so bad.
It ended after a good twenty minutes after Daisy got more tired of Wanda pressed on the floor by the bounds of purple ropes. A new skill she learned from Stephen who was glad to take on the role of the two as mentors.
"You lasted more than anyone, except Natasha which are longest was thirty minutes before Fury not so kindly stepped in. I say you earned a small gift." Daisy knelt down and pressed a teasing peck on the tip of Wanda's flushed nose. Flicking her writs and the ropes dissolved as she stood up from her crouched position to see a small group watching them but so only scampered after seeing her glare.
"There's no need to be so mean, Daisy. They aren't hurting you." Wanda brushed off her robes as she walked up to Daisy, putting a hand on the smaller woman's shoulder.
"What's the point, you know? They know I have this 'very great' power and plus I'm like as old as their great grandparents and still look younger so I'll use it as a way to frighten them. I like my own space at times." Turning on the heel of her boot, Daisy with the confidence of someone who knows they are better than anyone else, walked back inside the darkened building and straight towards the library.
Catching up to Daisy, Wanda eyed every piece of art on the walls. Intricate wooden carvings that must have been there for centuries knowing the dates of some of the books they held. Every candle was held on delicate metal carvings and seemed to run off the magic of the sorcerers that trained in its very walls.
Daisy flopped onto an armchair, white hair falling over her face as she cracked open a dusty text. Sitting down with more manners, Wanda herself picked up a new book which was a basis for the more common magics used by the witches.
It hadn't taken her long to learn a lot, which she had found rather unusual seeing as Pietro was always ahead of her in most classes minus art and literature. Strange didn't say anything about it despite her somewhat concerned about learning too much, but she knew that he knew something. Unable to read his mind out of her own politeness and his own strong mental barriers that warned him of an intruder.
Placing a small rock she picked up earlier that day on a small side table and flicked her wrist as she thought of something in her mind. And sure enough, just like the book had taught her, the rock was transformed into a small piece of amethyst. Picking it up like it was too precious as she held it close to her eyes watching as the light hit the rugged purple edges.
"What are you reading, Daisy?" Seeing as Daisy seemed quite into the tome on her lap. Her eyebrows furrowed as the read the small Latin words that look as if it was from a difficult world.
"I have another theory, though this time it may be a little stretch." Daisy twisted her body around so that her legs hung over the arms of the chair so that her whole body was facing Wanda.
"I'm listening. It seemed that your 'wild' theory's have proved to be quite sound."
"So the amounts of blood transferred over from me to you have a significant amount of your magic. But we have seemingly figured out that it's because I was your only match. But if so it would have given me a power boost and not a small amount of chaos magic. And since I have this magic and wield it not only because I'm your equal but partially because I have witch ancestors."
Wanda's eyebrows took their turn to furrow as she took in the stretched theory but the Daisy must have any type of proof, "So what took this one?"
"This book I was reading is about the history of witches and I came to a page that explains that if someone has at least one witch in their bloodline then they could learn or unlock that said magic and wield it. So I must have a witch in my line. Yet again the blood you could have easily could have changed my DNA which I don't want to think about that means we would quite literally be blood-related so I'm going to stick to the first one and say that it only has me a sort of magic and."
Wanda made completely breezed past the fact that her blood had changed Daisy's DNA to a small point making them have the pointers and making them share a least the same amount that second cousins would at this point. Looking at Daisy again and at the complete white hair made her realize that her own Father and Pietro had been completely white.
Meaning that even if Daisy and she weren't related by now then it may not have been the life being dragged out of her even if it was the most likely reason that the stone could have activated that dormant gene that had passed to Pietro and not her.
Shrugging her shoulders at her internal thoughts as she turned back to the book, not wanting to confuse herself in whether or not her girlfriend was now actually related to her.
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Somewhere deep in a cabin locked away behind a thick army of trees that barely let any sun or moon through the leaves. Not that it mattered in the slightest on this very day, the persons resided didn't feel the need to look outside too occupied with her newly required.
Her darkened long-nailed fingers ran down the spine of the book the feeling of longing filled the pit in her stomach that had laid there for years prior. She let out a laugh that was more akin to a stereotypical witch crackle. But she didn't need to be a stereotype if she was a witch herself.
Cracking the book open, watching as infinite knowledge filled the pages appearing to her like it was a long lost family member. Yet this book filled the loss of family in its own right and now she had it back.
Maybe listening to sorcerers was bad, while the letter didn't go into details about why she was to take hold of the darkhold but that it was to be urgent. Picking up the torn piece of paper the letter was written on and double-checked. Growing slightly mad did have an effect on what she saw and read.
Agatha,
Summon the Darkhold. There are new problems arising and I need them to be in 'suitable' hands till I can sort them out.
Strange.
Letting her hand the darkhold was purely irresponsible of him but yet again this new freat is something she wants in on. Humming as she leant back on the wooden chair as she let many plans run through her mind at once. Her time had come, something she had wished for ages. Strange hadn't the idea of what he had done.