I Got A Story To Tell Volume 7, Part Nine: The Thief On Becoming The Heroine[1/9]

Tsar Izicc Marievà, A name of a fallen heroine.

And that heroine was me.

Well, I wasn't even a hero.

T'Challa, who needed hand to help, phoned me and that's how I simply ended at the rear of the war against Thanos.

That's also where I met Carol Denvers.

One of the strongest woman of the entire universe.

A fierce and Blunt Woman who knew her shit.

When the war ended, she came to find me with a plan in mind.

Making me the next her.

She told me that she felt something special in me.

Telling me that I had a great avenir in Heroism.

One thing's for sure, I suck at it.

I lost count of all the people I've killed because they...

Anyways, just keep in mind that most of them was Men.

But that's not even the point of my story.

As I've said, Carol Denvers said that she saw something in me.

I always wondered what that meant.

And never could I understand of such words.

Not even the wisest man I've met.

That's why I consider myself A Thief.

A Thief for taking for granted what could have served someone else better.

I have an unlimited source of powerful energy that could do the impossible.

Instead, it's stuck in me.

I tried killing myself but it seems that I became Immortal in the while.

But shhuushhh--No one knows that.

A few weeks following Savier's death.

The Funeral Of The Avengers.

As it was found out that when Lune snapped hsi finger, all the avengers turned into dust.

And I mean, every Avengers.

"You look ridicule in those dark clothes, Iza."

"This is respect, Lune."

The day of the Funeral.

Side by side, Izabel owing her right to be present.

And Lune, a criminal in the soul who infiltrated the place.

"What does the killer of good people want?"

"A favor."

I could barely retain my tears and gestures.

But I managed it through.

It was pointless to even try to fight.

I was tired to even try.

Reality hits hard when power is no more kind.

"You have a certain special balls to bother US after the stunts you pulled. I can't understand you. One moment, you are our leader. The other, you disappear and commit treason. I don't understand you."

"Of course, you wouldn't. I made sure you wouldn't.. And I am just doing what you humans refused to. You think that team work will save you. This isn't fantasy. This Is Real!"

He shouted at that moment.

But my resentment stayed.

And I knew he could see it.

The sadness that would follow after was quite humouring.

"What is your favor, Lune?"

"I would like for you to make me a baby."

--Heuup!!!?