Chapter 100: Finding Out

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Chapter 100: Finding Out

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2nd September 2005, New York City

(Jean POV)

Dr. Strange hummed thoughtfully, "The Wadjet. An old Egyptian Goddess, if I remember correctly. The Goddess of serpents and Magic. Here let me check for a second. My master, the Ancient One, has notes dating back to Atlantis. There should be one about Wadjet somewhere."

He raised his hand and an orange portal appeared. He put his hand in and got a book from inside. He closed the portal and opened it. He rifled through the book until he found the page, "Ah, here it is, the Wadjet."

Suddenly, the man paled in fear and his scarred hands started to shake, he muttered a single word in a terrified tone, "Morrigan."

Jean could somehow sense his fear. Not by looking at him but there was something coming off him that she instinctively recognized as fear. Huh, she didn't know she was an empath. Seems like her powers are a lot more than telekinesis and telepathy. Or was Empathy a subsection of telepathy. Not the time, Jean. Back to the Doctor, Jean didn't need her newfound empathetic abilities to know how much Dr. Strange wants to shit his pants about this Morrigan thing. He was trembling and his face lost color. Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

He wasn't the only one that was affected by that name; the room seemed to get colder the moment Dr. Strange uttered that name. The lights flickered, there was a slight breeze. It was as if the world itself recognized that word.

The Professor seemed to arrive to the same conclusion, so he asked, "As in the Celtic Deity of Death? That Morrigan?"

The former neurosurgeon shook his head, "No. Well, yes but also no, at the same time."

Logan growled, "You better explain, Bub."

Dr. Strange sighed, "The Morrigan is something that has existed since recorded history, maybe even before. All we know that she has been alive since Atlantis itself. We don't know much about her, except that wherever she goes, Death follows. Her name became known when she defeated what I presume is the Norse Goddess of Death, Hela. We don't know if the Celtics named her Morrigan or that it was her name to begin with. Whatever the case, that name stuck around. That's the woman you saw fighting Apocalypse. That's the woman who put these runes on Jean."

"But why haven't you done anything about her?" asked the Professor.

Strange chuckled bitterly, "The Morrigan is not just any old woman. She is unseen, silent, unpredictable. She is one with the shadows themselves. She is the living embodiment Death, or at least, the closest thing to Death there can be on a planet."

"If you can't kill her, then imprison her" Logan grunted.

"Imprison who, exactly. She changes faces like you would change the clothes on your back. She is one of the main reasons humans are where they are now. She has guided humanity, sometimes directly, sometimes indirectly, doing her best to preserve the fragile balance that is our reality. She has gone by many names, most of which you'll recognize as they changed the world. Wadjet, Medusa, Morgan Le Fey and so many more. She was even part of our order for centuries without anyone knowing it. She went by the name 'Hecate' then and to make it worse, she became the Sorcerer Supreme for a while before abdicating her position. And while she has mostly killed horrible people who definitely deserve it, she tends to completely eradicate the problem if she chooses to fight. And even by some miracle, we found her, what are we supposed to do? We do nothing because we can do nothing against someone of that caliber."

Jean nodded stupefied. This was the first time anyone took her side on an argument with the Professor. Everyone always supported him. It was as if he could do no wrong and it pissed her off. She was proof that the man could mess up massively.

The Doctor put his hand on her chest and suddenly, Jean was outside her body. She was there yet not. She looked around her and found her body falling into the ground but the Doctor had his arms around her, as if he's in the middle of catching her. Time moved slowly, as if the world around her was a movie playing in slow motion. The redhead looked on the ground and found out that she was floating. She raised her hand and found out that she could see through them. What was happening? Before she could make up any theories, she was pulled towards her body and time returned to normal.

"What the hell was that?" Jean exclaimed.

The Doctor chuckled, "I pulled your astral form out of your physical form. You'll be able to do it yourself when you properly learn to control your powers. Your identity itself is represented in your astral form. I can see any damages to your psyche by getting a good look at it."

"And?"

"There are some scars but they're rapidly healing. It's probably the runes giving you a boost. You had problems with your self identity, right?"

Jean nodded, "I sort of subconsciously picked up all the thoughts around me and tried to do them."

"You don't have to worry about that anymore. I can say for certain that your mind is in fact yours now. The only worrying thing is the repressed emotions. You'll have to deal with it yourself."

Jean sighed in relief, "Anything else?"

"Actually yes. There's something inside of you. Something outside your powers. It's extremely powerful. I have no idea what it was but it's properly why the Morrigan was interested in you. The runes act as some sort of barrier between you and that power so she definitely knows what it is."

Jean smiled at the doctor, "About the Morrigan, Doctor, is there a way you could contact her for me?"

"I have no idea how to do that but I'll ask the sorcerer supreme if she could."

"Thank you for your help, Doctor."

The former neurosurgeon smiled kindly at her, "Don't worry about it, kiddo. If you ever need help to train your powers, let me know." He then looked at the Professor, "Charles, if you ever do something like that again, we will have problems."

The Professor nodded sadly, "Goodbye, Stephen."

The ride back to the mansion was silent and Jean was deep in thought. The Morrigan occupied her mind. She was seeing flashes of the battle back in Egypt. Everything was still fuzzy but one thing was for certain, the Morrigan left an impression. She remembered the voice. She remembered that it was kind. Not at all the image of the ruthless monster that the Doctor alluded into. But what was weird was the fact that the voice was familiar somehow. Like she had heard it before. She couldn't put her finger on it.

Then suddenly, she remembered the conversation with Ms. Sayre. The woman had been terrifying in the end but she had helped her discover what had happened to her. The redhead's history teacher seemed to know far more about Jean's condition than she should. Even more than one of the most knowledgeable sorcerers in the world. And her voice was almost similar to the one she heard in Egypt.

Could it be? Could Ms. Sayre have been the Morrigan all along?