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Starka and Aletta

Upon hearing Forseti's instructions, Ancient One nodded and replied, "Alright, I will prepare. We can proceed to separate Star Eagle now."

After about two hours passed,

Several individuals gathered in a sealed room. The ground here was adorned with a circular magic circle, inscribed with intricate blue runes emitting a faint glow.

"Starhawk ,lie down within the magic circle," ancient one instructed, pointing to the inscribed circle on the floor. "Your head should rest here. Do not move once I commence the spell—stay still."

Starhawk nodded, then positioned himself as instructed, took a deep breath, and clenched his fists tightly, visibly nervous.

She turned to Forseti, saying, "The one lying down won't be in any danger. Your attention should be on the separated body; it may sustain injuries during the process."

"Understood," Forseti affirmed, settling close to the magic circle.

Not far away, Yondu, Kruger, and several mages from the Sanctuary stood by, observing intently. Kruger appeared particularly serious, his bright eyes fixed on Ancient One and the magic circle.

As Ancient One began casting the spell, she focused on Star Eagle, clasping her hands and flipping them over, palms landing on the magic circle on the ground. Instantly, a golden-red magical aura emanated from her palms.

These auras, brimming with magical power, flowed into the magic circle, activating it within moments.

The numerous runes etched into the circle glowed with a dazzling lavender light, bathing the entire room in a purple-hued aura.

Soon, these runes, radiant with lavender light, seemed to come alive—twisting, undulating, and separating from the ground one by one, encircling Star Eagle like a swarm of ethereal fluff before gradually infusing into its form.

Under the influence of these intricate magic runes, Star Eagle's body took on a lavender hue, akin to Thanos' complexion .

Ancient One expression grew more serious as she delicately manipulated the runes, causing them to rise and fall in rhythm.

Gradually, golden energy began to surge within Star Eagle's body, and within this energy, the faint outline of a male figure emerged. As this figure materialized, the runes of the magic circle detached from Star Eagle and surged towards it.

"Starka, stay calm," Ancient one instructed, addressing the figure.

"Understood, Ancient one..." Star Eagle responded, his voice tinged with pain, as Starka's golden energy form flickered.

Ancient one continued her incantations.

Within the golden energy, the purple runes of the magic circle surged, seeking out Starka's body outline and adhering to it.

Slowly, the amalgamation of purple runes and golden energy delineated a distinct male form, although much of it remained intertwined with Star Eagle's original form.

"Now is the critical moment," Ancient one. cautioned, simultaneously releasing ten threads of golden-red magic from her fingertips, which enveloped Starka's figure.

Star hawk's forehead beaded with cold sweat, his body tense, fists clenched and trembling.

Yondu and Kruger, watching from the sidelines, mirrored his anxiety. Yondu tugged at his beard repeatedly, while Kruger's tail swayed like a rattle.

With a gentle tug of the magical threads, Starka's figure began to separate from Star Eagle's body, transitioning from an ethereal energy form into one of flesh and blood—a robust male figure with dark hair gradually took shape.

Simultaneously, Star Eagle's form lying on the ground also underwent a transformation—from the neutral image to that of a female, Aletta, Starka's step-sister and wife.

Throughout this process, Starhawk's body trembled more violently, perspiration glistening on his brow.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Starka, now possessing a corporeal form, cried out in pain.

Starka's body convulsed, hands shifting suddenly.

This unexpected cry caused Yondu to gasp and tug at his beard in distress.

Ancient one's expression shifted slightly, hastening her movements. The ten magical threads, entwined with the purple runes, gleamed brightly, causing Starka's form to solidify dramatically.

Observing this, Forseti was prepared.

"Ah!" Star Eagle's body convulsed once more, almost leaping from the ground. In that moment, Starka's flesh-and-blood form broke free and collapsed to the side.

Forseti hurried forward, catching Starka.

Lay on Hands!

A brilliant holy light burst forth, enveloping Starka in a radiant glow that made him appear almost golden.

Among the most potent healing spells, Lay on Hands bordered on the miraculous. As long as life remained, it could heal injuries within moments.

Starka's injuries were minimal, and under the spell's intense restorative power, they healed in an instant.

Even as the injuries mended, his agonized cries persisted, concluding in an awkward silence.

With Starka's emergence, the figure on the ground shifted from Star Eagle to Aletta, Starka's step-sister and wife.

"Starka, are you alright?" Aletta rose swiftly, embracing Starka.

"I'm fine, my dear," Starka breathed, smiling. "Finally, Aletta, we're normal again!"

Overwhelmed with joy, Aletta wept, the couple embracing tightly, oblivious to their surroundings.

"Such potent magic," Kruger exclaimed in awe before turning to Ancient One. "Master Ancient One, could I become your apprentice? I wish to learn magic."

"The magic of the Supreme Sanctuary is only taught to Earthlings. It's one of our earliest rules," Ancient One replied.

"Please, Master Ancient One, I'd make a devoted apprentice," Kruger pleaded earnestly.

Though smiling, Ancient One offered no immediate answer.

Undeterred, Kruger persisted, "Then might I remain in Kamar-Taj for a while? Even if I can't learn, witnessing such magic firsthand would be an honor."

This time, Ancient One nodded and replied, "Kamar-Taj has always been hospitable."

"Thank you so much, Master Ancient One!" Kruger exclaimed gratefully.

"Oh no!" Starka suddenly exclaimed upon realizing he was completely naked, while Aletta remained clothed in Starhawk's attire.

Thankfully, the room was mostly occupied by men. Aletta, being his wife, and Ancient One, indifferent to such trivial matters, turned a blind eye.

Ancient One calmly produced a garment and handed it to Starka. "Here, this should suit you."

Flushed with embarrassment, Starka swiftly donned the attire.

However, he couldn't help but notice the peculiar design of Supreme Sanctuary attire.

Starka was a striking figure—tall, handsome, and charismatic. Yet, the outfit he now wore evoked the appearance of a rural villager, prompting Aletta to furrow her brow upon seeing it.