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I Will Follow You to the End, Like I Always Have

This is my Marvel's Eternals storyline rewrite. the Eternals storyline that I wanted to see. Hope you guys enjoy and happy reading!

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19 Chs

Ancient One

Under the velvet cover of the midnight sky, you and Ajak step away from the glow of the house, only to stop short at the sight of a lone figure, cloaked in a yellow hooded robe, standing some distance away. The stranger's fists, illuminated by the faint, otherworldly glow of mystic runes, pulse in shades of energy that ripple across the surface of the night. Instinctively, you shift, positioning yourself in front of Ajak, your stance defensive as you analyze the familiar yet ancient runes orbiting the stranger's hands.

A spark of recognition glimmers within you, tugging at memories long buried. These are not ordinary spells; they belong to a language you've encountered before. It's the Language of Eldritch, though modified—an offshoot created by Phastos and Sersi as an experiment, back in the sands of Egypt, a pastime that had carried a fleeting hint of magic. You study the flickering symbols, a mix of defense and offense, as if the stranger is prepared for anything.

The figure takes a step forward, her voice cutting through the quiet. "I have been looking for you."

Unfazed, you tilt your head, voice steady. "Are you expecting us to attack you, stranger?" You gesture towards her fists, drawing attention to the pulsing symbols. "If you're coming from Kamar-Taj, you should know those runes won't work on us. They're a language of power, developed by us."

At this, the stranger steps forward, her clenched fists releasing the energy back into the night as she pulls down her hood. Her face is unmistakable, and the necklace resting around her neck confirms it further. She is the Ancient One—but different, not the same presence you recall from past encounters. This woman's features are more weathered, etched by wisdom and time, her gaze sharper. You study her for a moment before speaking.

"You are not the Ancient One we remember from last time," you say carefully, holding her gaze. "Where is Agamotto?"

A shadow of solemnity crosses her face. "Master Agamotto passed a long time ago. He appointed me as his successor to take up the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme." Her words carry both reverence and a quiet strength, a legacy of the role she now holds.

With a motion, the Ancient One summons a projection, and an image appears before you: a man in a grey suit, his stance dominating as he stands beside a child. Around both arms, rings glow in a cold blue light, each one familiar to you and Ajak. They are your rings—powerful artifacts not meant for mortal hands.

Ajak leans forward, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "Zoom in on that," she says. The Ancient One adjusts the image, the rings coming into sharp detail as they glimmer ominously around the man's elbows. The power radiating from them is undeniable, a force you and Ajak know too well.

"They don't match any artifact from our codex," the Ancient One says, her voice laced with a hint of curiosity.

"Because we asked Agamotto not to record this in your codex," Ajak responds, her tone calm yet firm. "Those rings you see—they're ours. They belong to me and my people."

The Ancient One's expression shifts, a silent question lingering in her gaze. "So why are your rings on that man's elbows?"

You exhale, a knowing smile tugging at your lips. "Your master asked that question too. That man has had many names throughout mortal history. The last time we saw him, he was wearing a suit of armor, and his follower called him Master Khan."

The Ancient One, unflinching, nods slightly. "Was he Genghis Khan?"

"No," you correct gently, a trace of old memories threading through your tone. "He was Nurhaci, Khan of the Great Jin. But I'm sure he goes by a different name now."

A pause lingers in the air as the Ancient One contemplates this revelation. Her gaze turns thoughtful, questioning. "What happened?" she finally asks, her tone more solemn, laced with intrigue.

You exchange a look with Ajak, both of you feeling the weight of history hovering in the air. The answer to her question lies deep in the past, buried within the layers of your long journey across centuries and the countless encounters with mortal rulers who sought the power they could not comprehend.