(3rd Person: POV)
Sitting on a chair, made out entirely of plants, with a cup of tea in her hands, Ivy leisurely gazes at the people in front of her.
All of whom were practicing magic.
With her as their main teacher.
Since she has completed her own studies in the mystics arts to a level adequate enough for her to be officially named a master, by the order of Kamar-Taj where she had trained her mystical abilities.
Where once she was finished she returned to Latveria and began building up a magical corps for the military, just as Doom had instructed her to.
Though of course she wasn't forgetting to practice, and even still improve, her own skills where the mystic arts were concerned.
Since Ivy knew no matter how good she got she could always do better.
As those under her tutelage continued practicing their magic, Ivy took a sip of her tea.
After which she noted something out of the corner of her eye.
The leader of the mystic masters of Kamar-Taj, and the personal instructor of her emperor, the Ancient One.
Who real name Victor informed her was apparently Yao.
Though he never elaborated on how he discovered this.
She was walking towards one of the many training fields Victor had constructed for people to practice their magical abilities safely.
Being followed by several individuals.
All of whom had been introduced to her by Victor, and who she had decided to take on as her personal students after meeting them.
These individuals being the following.
Kristoff, Wanda Maximoff, Illyana Rasputin, and two new recent additions to the Ancient Ones class.
Ororo Munroe, and a young EVO whose name was Megan Gwynn.
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Seeing this group Ivy quickly spoke to her own students.
"Okay, everyone stop." She told them.
Hearing Ivy say this all her student did. They then looked to her.
"Good. Now, that's enough practice for now. Let's take a brake. While also observing the Ancient One and her class. For by watching them I have no doubt your own magical abilities will improve." Ivy said.
Her students all generally nodding at her words.
So with that they turned their gazes to the Ancient One and her class.
Who had arrived at the training field they wanted to use.
Taking note of the gazes now directed at her and her students the Ancient One couldn't help but smirk. "Seems we have quite the audience now."
"Then that simply means we have to put on a good show." Kristoff spoke.
"Yes, let us show them our power and skill." Illyana spoke loudly.
Despite being the youngest of all the students.
"I mean, I'll try." Megan said.
Hearing this the Ancient One gentlely shook her head. "Oh no, my young Megan. With magic there is no try. It is either do or do not." She said.
"Master, did you just quote Yoda to me?" Megan asks in utter shock.
"Yes." The Ancient One easily replied. "That is actually one of my favorite lines from the film."
"Wait, you've seen Star Wars?" Wanda asked.
"I have." The Ancient One replied. "As I have said before, just because the order seems to live in temples does not mean we are out of touch with the outside world. Even me." She explained. "Now then, let us begin today's lesson."
"Yes, master!" All her students answered in unison.
Leading the Ancient One to smile.
For it felt good to have such dedicated students, all of whom had so much potential in the mystic arts, under her tutelage again.
Why she hadn't experienced this feeling in ages.
It made Yao feel at least 200 years younger.
Which she knew was one of the many reasons Victor wanted her take on the children in front of her as her students.
Another was so maybe she could choose one of them to replace her as Sorcerer Supreme when she felt it was time to pass on the mantle.
Instead of letting herself die like she originally planned.
Honestly Victor's plans were obvious to her.
Yet she didn't really mind going along with them in regards to this particular matter.
After her students answered her the Ancient One began their lesson for the day.
Where all of them showcased their natural talent for the mystic arts. But also their dedication to improving their selves in it.
Seeing this Ivy's students were entranced.
Ivy smirking when she noticed this.
Since that meant using the Ancient One and her students to motivate her own had worked out exactly as she planned.
Meaning now she could take up her students training a notch. Which brought a passionate smile to her face.
As this happened Ivy students all got a shiver down their spines at the exact same time.
But they all chose to ignore it.
Hoping their foreboding was all just a figment of their imaginations.
Though they would all soon learn it was not.
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[Wakanda, Birnin Zana/Golden City]
Being led by members of the Dora Milaje King T'Chaka moved through the halls of the royal palace.
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His family walking right alongside him.
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For they had been informed there was a commotion going on in the throne room.
One which needed the entire royal family's undivided attention.
Reaching the doors to the throne room the Dora Milaje opened them, and allowed the royal family to pass through.
After they did they took in the room.
Which was filled with the entire tribal council, and even more Dora Milaje.
All of whom were aiming their weapons at a man sitting in the chair normally reserved for the king.
The dead body of Klaue located at his feet.
"What is the meaning of this?!" T'Chaka exclaimed. His eyes focusing on the young man seated in his chair. "Who are you outsider? How did you come to be in Wakanda, no the royal palace itself?!"
Hearing king T'Chaka questions the man simply smirked.
"Did you not here the king outsider?" Okoye asked the man. "Answer his questions, or we will skewer you where you sit." She spoke.
"But if you did that then just like your precious king you would be responsible for murdering a member of the royal family." The man said.
His words sending the entire Wakandan throne room into utter silence.
Which only lasted for a few seconds before Ramonda broke it.
"What sort of nonsense are you speaking outsider?" She spoke to the man.
"It's not nonsense, auntie." The man said.
"I'm am not your aunt." Ramonda replied.
"Oh, but you are." The man said. Standing to his feet. "For you see, my father was your kings brother. Who he murdered." He spoke.
"Enough with your lies outsider." T'Challa spoke up. "You come into our country, our home, and spew words out of your mouth. When you have no proof to back then up."
"If you want proof cousin just look at your father's face." The man spat.
"Very well." T'Challa replied.
Deciding to indulge the man's request before dealing with him permanently.
Only to be shocked when he saw his father's face.
It was as white as a sheet, and had a guilty and somber expression on his face.
"Father, what is wrong?" Shuri asked him.
"He knows his time has come to pay for the cowardly acts he committed. For what he stole not only from my father, but me!" The man exclaimed. "Oh and as for who I am the world knows me as Erik Stevens. But my real name, my birth name is N'Jadaka. Son of N'Jobu. And I have come to claim what is rightfully mine." He spoke.
Loud enough for all in the throne room to hear.
Which in turn sent the entire room into whispers.
Yet T'Chaka stayed deathly silent.
As did one of his oldest advisors and closest friends, Zuri.
Both them having realized the sins of their past has just caught up with them in a big fucking way.
Seeing this Erik couldn't help but put a triumphant grin on his face.