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Andrea Kelson. Among the ranks of Sorcerer Supres throughout history, there was never anyone nad that.
Of course, both Roger and the Ancient One knew that so Sorcerer Supres had changed their nas upon assuming the title. Before becoming the Sorcerer Supre, they might have gone by other nas. So, Roger made sure to show a photograph of Andrea.
This photo was one Roger had gotten from Wonder Woman, Diana, after he had discovered Andrea's existence.
The picture was in black and white, showing only Diana and Andrea together.
She appeared so youthful that she could easily be mistaken for soone not even sixteen years old.
But both Roger and Diana were aware that Andrea's true age was far from what her youthful appearance suggested.
Handing the photo to the Ancient One, she reaffird that, indeed, there had never been such a Sorcerer Supre.
“Perhaps she was one of Strange’s successors,” the Ancient One offered as a possible explanation.
Every Sorcerer Supre, before stepping down, would choose a successor. However, they would not interfere with how that successor selected their own heir.
Therefore, the Ancient One didn't know whom Doctor Strange had picked as his successor. If Andrea was indeed chosen by Strange, it would make sense that the Ancient One hadn’t heard of her.
“Well, that’s... a possibility,” Roger conceded, albeit reluctantly.
However, he didn't think that was highly likely.
Andrea could be a traveler between worlds, and if so, her arrival wouldn’t have happened too far in the future.
Besides, before Roger crossed into this universe, Marvel Studios had yet to determine whether Doctor Strange would ever be replaced. This suggested Andrea might have been the Sorcerer Supre before Doctor Strange, or even directly replaced him as Sorcerer Supre.
Still, this was all speculative. Until Andrea was found, no one could confirm when she served as Sorcerer Supre.
“If you’re that keen on finding Andrea, you might want to ask Odin,” the Ancient One suddenly remarked, interrupting Roger’s contemplation.
“Odin?”
“Yes. It might just be a feeling, but I have this intuition... this girl nad Andrea may be connected to Odin sohow,” she said, looking at the girl in the photo.
Roger couldn't help but ask, “An intuition? Is that reliable?”
“It’s more like a mystical sense, a kind of guidance, like how the Mind Stone led you to this world.”
The Ancient One believed that if Andrea truly had been a Sorcerer Supre, leaving behind a Mind Stone that held coordinates to this world, there had to be so deeper significance.
The intuitive insight she felt only reinforced her certainty.
Thus, she advised Roger to seek out Odin, in hopes he might uncover sothing valuable.
“Sure, I don’t mind eting Odin, but... I have no idea how to get to Asgard,” Roger admitted.
There were a few ways to reach Asgard. One involved using a spaceship to jump through a wormhole. Another option was to get Heimdall, the guardian of the Bifrost, to teleport him.
However, Roger wasn’t acquainted with Heimdall. He couldn’t just yell out and expect Heimdall to bring him to Asgard.
Besides, he didn’t have a spacecraft suited for traveling through space, so figuring out how to get to Asgard was a real concern for him.
But to his surprise, the Ancient One smiled and said, “You don’t need to go to Asgard.”
“Huh?”
“Odin is here on Earth. You arrived at just the right ti; his son put him in a retirent ho a few days ago. You can visit him under the guise of a family mber.”
“...Excuse , but who’s ruling Asgard now?”
“Loki.”
“Oh. Got it.”
The Ancient One’s explanation made things click for Roger.
This must be taking place after the events of Thor: The Dark World. Thor and Loki had fought against the Dark Elves, who wielded the Reality Stone. In the end, Loki had seemingly perished, and Thor was traveling the Nine Realms.
However, this Loki hadn’t really died. He must have pulled off so trick to return to Asgard, replace Odin, and send him to Earth disguised in a retirent ho.
Thor had no idea his supposedly deceased brother was alive and that the Odin ruling Asgard was an impostor. The real Odin was living a life of self-imposed exile in a retirent ho on Earth.
“So, which retirent ho is he staying at?” Roger asked.
The Ancient One raised her hand, conjuring a glowing golden circle beside her.
“Just go through here.”
Without waiting for Roger to respond, she waved her hand, and the golden portal swallowed him up. When Roger regained his bearings, he was standing in front of a retirent ho.
Great Oak Care Center...
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Standing at the entrance, Roger hesitated.
His pause had nothing to do with his attire. Before he’d entered Kamar-Taj, he had already changed out of his battle suit and into casual clothes.
His real problem was that he had no idea what to say once he went inside.
He couldn't exactly tell the staff, “Hi, I’m here to see King Odin,” without getting laughed at or thrown out as a lunatic.
“…I forgot to ask the Ancient One what Odin’s alias is here,” Roger muttered.
Surely, when Odin was dropped off, the caretakers weren’t told he was the King of the Gods. There had to be an alias.
Roger cursed his lapse in judgnt. But to be fair, the Ancient One had hurriedly sent him off as soon as she knew he needed to find Odin. She probably hadn’t given him much ti to think it through.
Maybe, Roger speculated, the Ancient One was rushing because Doctor Strange was getting closer to finding Kamar-Taj.
From the release schedule of the films, Doctor Strange’s movie had co out after Captain Arica: The Winter Soldier and before Avengers: Age of Ultron.
But within the movie’s tiline, from Stephen Strange’s car accident to his financial ruin and eventual arrival at Kamar-Taj to learn magic, months, if not years, had passed.
So, it made sense that Strange might already have had his accident and was searching for Kamar-Taj now.
Whether or not that was the reason, Roger still had to find a way to et Odin.
After so deliberation, he decided he would just go for it. If he couldn’t figure out Odin’s alias, he’d simply call him Odin and hope for the best.
With this plan, Roger entered the care center.
And...
Right there, on the lawn outside, he spotted Odin watching other old n play chess.
“…Odin?”
Roger hadn’t expected such a mundane setting for his encounter with the King of the Gods, and it left him feeling oddly surreal.
“Hm?” Odin turned, his golden eyepatch glinting in the light. He saw Roger, and his gaze settled on the scepter in Roger’s hand, the one previously wielded by Loki. Blinking his one good eye, Odin addressed the other elderly n, “Sorry, fellas. My nephew is here, so I need to go greet him.”
With that, Odin got up from the group and beckoned to Roger.
Roger glanced at the caretakers in the distance. Seeing that no one was stopping him, he followed Odin to a nearby gazebo, where Odin gestured for him to sit.
If you disregarded Odin’s godly status, he really did look like just another aging old man.
Roger nodded. “Honestly, if I couldn’t sense the power inside you, I’d doubt you were really Odin.”
“You’re very honest,” Odin said with an amused smile, then explained, “But even gods grow old. My days of conquest and ruling the Nine Realms are over. Now, I’m just an old man waiting to die.”
Odin then looked at Roger and asked, “So, what does the Ancient One want with a dying old man like ?”
He clearly didn’t know who Roger was. With Asgard’s current upheaval, Odin was no longer keeping an eye on the Nine Realms and was unaware Roger was from another world.
But he did recognize the magical imprint left by the Ancient One, so he didn’t question Roger’s presence.
Roger quickly explained his background and asked Odin, “I’m looking for soone nad Andrea Kelson. According to what I’ve learned, she may have been a Sorcerer Supre, but the Ancient One doesn’t know her…”
“And the Ancient One sent you to ?”
“Yes. She said her intuition told her Andrea might be connected to you.”
“Andrea…” Odin repeated the na, a hint of confusion clouding his gaze.
Roger waited for an answer, hoping desperately that the Ancient One’s intuition was right. Otherwise, he had no idea where else to search for this mysterious predecessor.
After a long pause, Odin’s expression changed, sorrow seeping into his eyes. He murmured, “Andrea... An.., my daughter…”
“What?” Roger blurted, springing to his feet. “What did you just say? Andrea is your daughter?!”
The revelation hit Roger like a thunderbolt. The mysterious traveler who had crossed into this world long before him and had even risen to beco Sorcerer Supre... was Odin’s daughter? An Asgardian princess?
Roger was stunned..
But before he could process it fully, Odin’s eyes turned blank. He looked back at Roger, puzzled, and said, “My daughter? Are you talking about Hela?”
“No, you just said, ”
“Did I say sothing?” Odin’s expression was bewildered.
Roger fell silent. He couldn’t believe Odin had already forgotten what he had just said.
If Odin were a regular old man, Roger might have assud he had Alzheir's. But Odin was a god, immune to human frailties like dentia.
That realization made Roger's heart pound. If Odin’s brief and pained words were true, then Andrea might have been his child, or perhaps his adopted daughter.
But now, even beings as powerful as the Sorcerer Supre and the All-Father of Asgard seed to have forgotten her existence entirely.
What on earth had Andrea done to erase herself so thoroughly from the mories of these gods and masters of mystic arts?
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