Just over 200 miles away, in a castle outside the town of Tintagel, Morgan was resting in an abandoned catacomb beneath the great halls of the once busy stone keep. There were flaming torches along the walls, bringing light to where there was darkness. Further down was a series of dungeons where captured enemies would await their fate at the gallows. Very 3rd Century in the ripped tapestries and corroded brass work. Something that could make Morgan feel at home in a world that little knowledge of her.

In her rest, she gained a more youthful look, looking almost beautiful if one were to admire her. She woke naturally, observing her surroundings before remembering that she was now in a different time than she once lived. In some aspect, she felt some bit of isolation. She remembered how she would be surrounded by many apprentices under Merlin's care, or the surrogate sister's she had gained when she flipped to the dark side. On either side, she had some kind of support group to keep her company. Now, she had no one, no immediate human contact that she could connect with, no one to guide her through this new reality where human technology has vastly improved.

"I shouldn't be here" she thought to herself, "I shouldn't be this far into the future. The world has improved so much so that it would be impossible for me to achieve my destiny." Her thoughts halted her focus, creating no sense of focus for the Arthurian sorceress. Until..., a strange feeling that a voice inside her head was telling her she had to push through. That it was her right to punish the world for leaving her so alone.

Morgan knew it wasn't her thoughts, but a dark and sinister voice she knew all to well, even after spending thousands of centuries without thinking. This gave her a bit of optimism that she wasn't completely alone.

With her mind racing, she went to work conjuring a large flame in the nearby fireplace using the light of the torches. Her arms swirled and reached, pulling all the energy of the room to a singular point in the dark hall. The fire grew above Morgan's head, raging tamely enough to work with, and with an eager expression, Morgan exposed her palms to the warm glaze. A few seconds of silence passed, with only the crackling sound of the fire for noise to distract her, she firmly annunciated a hailing request in Latin.

"Magister meus. Dolores inferni circumdederunt. Ignis sanguinis quaeram duce. In tenebris meum et vocavi te Chthon (My Master. I call upon you. Through fire and blood, I seek your guidance. In darkness, I summon thee, Chthon)."

She repeated the words, and the fire started to surge up from the bottom. The blue parts of the flame rising from the base to engulf the oranges and reds, creating an almost dark flame. A few streaks of bright blue gave some light to the room, but the darkness had control of the hall, as Morgan continued speaking aimlessly into the dark void. Suddenly, it went dark with a loud whoosh of the flame dying down to it's embers. The silence returned with only Morgan's exhausted breathing to fill the void, as she expectantly waited for what she hoped to summon. A wave of heat flew past her face, making her sweat some, and a bit nervous that what she did didn't work. Until it happened...

The fire thundered back to life in a hue of blacks, blues, and oranges, filling the entire fireplace. Morgan stumbled back, giving space to what she knew was to be given space. The flame seemed to swirl into a constrained figure, seeming like it could reach out at any point to grab you. As the raging inferno swelled, the constraints formed into strong legs, arms, and head. Fingers soon formed as the figure reached for the fireplace mantle above him, helping it take it's first step out. The figure's body generalized into a rough surface of some texture resembling charcoal and small bits of blue flames to keep it together. The figure stepped out, striding out of the fireplace proudly. Morgan stood in a complexity of feelings as the figure stopped right in front of her. The head looked down at her, as she smiled nervously.

"Welcome, Chthon" she said falling to her knees, "Master of the Dark Arts, Conqueror of Light, Mind of the All Knowing Darkhold..., My Master"

"Arise, my child" the figure of Chthon boomed, and Morgan humbly stood. The flaming features of Chthon's head soon came through, giving more detail to his description. His skull was narrow, with just two small slits for his glowing red and orange eyes. His hair, if you would call it that, was almost alien or crab like. Almost like he had multiple little probes that could snatch anything directly in front of his face. The rest of his face flattened out as it reached the nose and down to his very large mouth. His grin could out-do any circus clown it was so wide, and his teeth were all long and sharp, like two dozen daggers threatening you when he smiled.

"Long you have been gone" the demon said to his apprentice.

"I'm here now aren't I?" she rebuked with a snort.

"Indeed" she was answered, "And what perfect timing as well. Though I would have preferred a thousand centuries ago, but this will do, nonetheless."

"Have the goals changed, My Master?"

"Hardly. Humanity hasn't changed since you left. They're tools have, I won't deny that, but they are still weak-minded, unwilling to expand their minds."

"You sound as if I've never left your side" Morgan commented, "it's a pity that it's only us that see the world as we do."

"Do not despair, my apprentice" Chthon said earnestly in deep voice, "your reality will be whatever you make it, once we have achieved our purpose."

Morgan gulped, "And how may I ask do we do that? I am but one, not a many to enact such an agenda."

"You will find a way" he said, expecting her to put her complaining aside and get the job done.

"How?" she shouted, "their most advance tools won't be enough for me to handle. The man, that thing... machine I fought, has no weakness, no faults, no way of corruption."

Chthon chuckled sinisterly, "I think you'll find the machine to be the complete opposite once you face him again."

"Why? What do you know?"

"I know that you should battle him again" he repeated, "for your resourcefulness will prevail, and bring forth a weakness to the machine that may be useful in more ways than one."

Morgan stood in disbelief, unwilling to accept this so-called wisdom. "You should know I'm right" the demon said as he circled her, "you've always had the aspiration to learn, to experience. That meant taking risks, challenging what you didn't know, and now... Now when you are told of what is known, you pause to reevaluate your loyalty, out of fear."

"I am not afraid" she retorted.

"Then you will face the machine again as I have told you!" he thundered, Morgan jumping from such a startling statement.

"Yes, Master" she said sadly, "I will not disappoint you as I have now."

"I should hope so" he said as he walked back to the fireplace, "as I expect you'll know what to do when an opportunity for success is presented to you."

"Opportunity for success..." she says more like a question that a statement.

"Don't question me, apprentice" he says turning around in the fireplace, "This entire endeavor is an opportunity for success, for power. Just get it done." The flames in the fireplace engulf the demon as he burns away into nothingness.

Morgan watched as the light of the fire died back into darkness, leaving her just as alone as she was before she summoned her master. She lingered on his words of success and opportunity, trying to put the pieces together as to how facing the Vision could be beneficial to achieving their goals. Nevertheless, she knew she could not doubt her master's wishes, and stormed out of the castle to a nearby town to cause chaos, and hopefully, attract the attention of the synthezoid that had been on her mind in the recent hours.

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A/N-  Hey everybody, another update for you guys. A little short, but I really didn't know how to expand this scene any further. The action will be back in full the next time around.

Just trying to give Morgan some time to herself and introduce Chthon, a demon villain from the comics. I think it's necessary to give our villain some time to understand where she is. Plus, I have Olivia Wilde portraying her, and I have recently seen her directorial debut in "Booksmart." And no lie guys, the film is so funny and so much fresh. Go check it out if you haven't.

Also, the day of this update is a very special day for me. As it is the one year anniversary of my Wattpad Account. I cant believe how many works I've read, how many of you I have conversed with, and the many chapters I've released in that time. I'm still very glad that I joined and have no desire to leave anytime soon. Here's to another year of creativity and story-telling. 

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Leave a vote if you did, and be sure to express your thoughts in the comments.

 I'm gonna focus on my Spider-Man story for the next couple of week so I can finish it before "Far From Home," so dont be to upset. I will resume writing  after the film is released and will be improving my initial ideas until that time. Until next time, BYE!!!