Kapitel 7: Hmm, Wierd Janitor
699 B.C - Midgard: Greek Temple
Asera entered the temple, looking around finding it to be empty. The goddess stayed on guard though, after all, the temple was remarkably clean for something that seemed to be abandoned.
Then, the young girl heard a voice echo throughout the temple. "Ohoho, an Incarnation? I haven't seen one of you in ages. Quite rare, but it usually limits their capabilities in magecraft, besides one specific field. Yet, you my dear, don't seem to be having that problem."
Asera raised Gáe Luvi, trying to locate the voice.
"Oh? You don't need to be so on edge dear. If I wished to harm you, I would have already made you into a rather adorable pet." The voice echoed out once more.
Asera scowled, not letting her guard down when she felt the magic in the air shimmer behind her. The girl twirled around, pointing her spear at the disturbance, only to find a girl with black hair and striking green eyes staring back at her.
"You my dear, are a rather large magical anomaly." The woman said, placing her hand softly on the white-haired girl's cheek. "So, what is it you wished from me? After all, not many would come to the lair of 'The Witch Circe.'"
Asera spoke, some of her unnerve entering her voice. "W-well, I came to ask you to teach me the me your magic."
Circe smiled at this, yet it wasn't a kind smile. It looked kind, but for some reason, the smile itself made the young goddess extremely nervous. "Wonderful, so you need something from me. That is truly wonderful."
The goddess nodded, having the sudden urge to not be in the same Realm as this woman.
"Well then, I suppose a trade is in order. I will teach you my magic. You, my unique specimen, will allow me to study you."
Asera really wanted to say no to this deal. For some reason, when she though of being studied by this woman, would end up being more painful than Scáthach's training.
"Fine, but, when my training is over, you must let me go, and you can't prolong my training simply to keep your 'specimen' here." Asera said, hoping she had made a way out of this deal for herself.
Circe simply shrugged, showing her agreement to the terms. Then, without warning, Asera found herself lying down on a table with Circe standing by, holding multitudes of tools that seemed rather painful.
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698 B.C - Temple: Living Room
Asera sat in the temple, reading a book that Circe had lent her. She had thought she deserved it for being such a nice 'willing' test subject.
Then, Asera heard Circe's voice permeate through the walls, and suppressing a shudder, she forced herself to listen. "Oh, Asera, time for your training."
Asera let out a sigh of relief, thanking all the gods she could think of, including herself.
(A/N: A bit narcissistic there, don't you think Asera?)
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698 B.C - Temple: Hallway #7
Asera made her way to the library, ready to begin her magic training for the day. She was excited because they were going to begin learning the subject of Divine Words, one of the main reason she searched for Circe's training to begin with.
The girl continued her way down the hall until she found something she never expected to be on Circe's island, a man. Usually, the witch just turned all of the men who landed on her island to animals, yet this one made it safely.
She observed him, he seemed to be an elder. The man wore lenses over his eyes and had a wierd metallic object that said 'Stan Lee' over his robe.
The man continued cleaning the floors as she walked away, only to hear him speak out. "You know, the others are wondering when you're coming back."
Then, the goddess turned to look back at the man, only to find that there were no traces of him ever being there.
She thought back to the words of the man, even though she wasn't sure she wasn't just hallucinating at the time. It could happen after all, Circe had drugged her without her knowledge many times.
The only people she could think of that would want her back currently is Asgard. Though, the girl couldn't shake off the feeling that whatever he was talking about, it wasn't Asgard.
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698 B.C - Temple: Library
Asera made her way to Circe, no longer thinking about the interaction.
As she entered the library, she found that she could no longer move.
Then, Circe appeared before her, "As you should know by now Asera, I would never teach you something before you knew how to counteract the spell first. So, you are going to break out of my 'Atlas' spell first. The spell simply stops time in a certain area around you."
Circe knew that she would have an easy time breaking out of the spell, after all, she knew the girl's elemental affinity and Origin.
Sadly, Asera didn't have that luxury, after all, Circe still hadn't told her what they were, and any attempts to find out, were seen be Circe and put to an end.
Asera did the thing she always did when counteracting a spell, even though it never worked until she specialized it for the spell in particular. She simply pushed her will onto the spell, lacing it with her magic.
Yet, when the goddess did that same thing this time, it came apart like a shattering of glass.
"Well done, my little Incarnation." Circe said, wondering if she would have an easy time casting 'Atlas' aswell. "Why don't you try casting 'Atlas' in the same way you broke the spell."
Asera shrugged, trying to cast it on Circe, when suddenly a green, transparent energy surrounded Circe. This made the witch smile widely.
"Truly, 5th Magic could be your bitch."
AUTORENGEDANKEN 
Khiione
Khiione Sorry for the late chapter today, I slept in.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. Can anyone guess who Stan Lee is? How about who is waiting for Asera to join them?
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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