After a month of study and training at the Sanctum Sanctorum, Bella finally returned home. To be honest, she had considered taking a few enchanted relics from the sorcerers—a few trinkets to remember the place by—but in the end, she left empty-handed.
It wasn't worth it. Most of the magical items weren't very practical for someone of her level.
After all, Bella didn't lack power.
Angie already had her enchanted necklace and that overly affectionate golden retriever always by her side. Little Sally, on the other hand, had become a different kind of anomaly altogether. Her powers were growing more refined each day, and her control had begun reaching inhuman levels.
By day, Sally was a bubbly little girl, full of laughter and energy. But her power? It was terrifying.
Anyone foolish enough to even glance at her with bad intentions would find out the hard way—Sally herself might explode in fury, possibly vaporizing a city block.
Even Tony Stark would be reduced to a pile of radioactive ash if she got too emotional.
So, simple magical gadgets were practically toys in their household. What use was an enchanted candle when you lived with a girl who could erase atoms by blinking?
Bella had no regrets. She'd left the Sanctum with knowledge, not trinkets. That was the real treasure.
There was no formal farewell between her and the Ancient One. Just a quiet, mutual understanding. Bella knew that when Dormammu returned—and he would someday—she'd be there to face him. And the Ancient One knew she could count on that.
Back home, Bella returned to her routines. She kept refining her deadliest abilities—especially her Supernova spell and the EX Curry Stick, both of which had become devastating tools in her arsenal.
The Supernova, especially, was dangerous. Its destructive power grew in proportion with her magic energy, which meant that as Bella became stronger, the margin for error shrank. One misstep and she could blow up half a continent.
That didn't scare her. It just meant she had to stay focused.
In July, Bella found a suitable elementary school for Sally. It wasn't easy, but eventually, she settled on one of the top-rated private schools in Manhattan. The tuition was a jaw-dropping $150,000 a year, but Bella didn't even blink.
Quality mattered more than cost.
Sally was already bright, far brighter than Angie had been at her age. Her control over her powers, her grasp of basic academics, and her curiosity made her an ideal student. Bella wasn't the strict type—she preferred joyful learning—but even with that, Sally had already built a strong educational foundation.
And best of all? Sally was excited.
She couldn't wait to meet other kids, make friends, and be part of something normal.
The school itself had everything: short hours (classes ended by 3 PM), strict safety protocols, healthy meals, nap time, and even summer camps. It was the kind of place that made parents feel at ease.
Bella was happy.
With Sally at school and Angie back to work, Bella found herself with actual free time. Most days, she lazed around the house with her massive blue cat and that weirdly human golden retriever.
She watched TV, read books, fiddled with a few minor projects. After the chaos of training and cosmic threats, the quiet felt strange—but welcome.
July's heat swept across the city like a warm embrace, and Bella stretched out on the sofa, almost dozing off in front of a slow-paced sitcom. The cat in her lap purred heavily, and the golden retriever snored nearby.
It was peaceful.
Until... a whisper broke through the silence.
Bella's eyes snapped open.
In the depths of her mind, a voice echoed—faint, sorrowful, yet filled with hope:
"Great Goddess of Judgment... I pray to you... please answer."
Bella sat up slowly. She blinked.
A tiny white spark of light hovered in front of her, no larger than a marble. It floated silently in the air.
She frowned.
"What... is this?"
There was no hostile aura, no threat. Just warmth. Curiosity piqued, Bella reached out and caught the light in her palm.
Boom.
In an instant, a torrent of information flooded her mind. A story. A prayer. A plea.
Bella closed her eyes as the memories poured in.
Someone had called to her—through belief.
She whispered, "Is this... a prayer?"
It felt like something a god might hear—a desperate cry from a believer. Bella chuckled softly, rubbing her forehead.
"So I've got followers now?"
It wasn't what she planned, but it wasn't entirely shocking. With her powers and public presence, it was only a matter of time before someone saw her as more than just a hero.
Still, something about this prayer caught her attention.
A specific name.
A boy.
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Arizona. Apache County.
In a barren desert region of the American southwest, a teenage boy named Sanjid had once lived a happy life.
He had a loving mother, a quiet but hardworking father, and a home filled with laughter. He loved basketball, running, and hanging out with friends.
Until one month ago.
That day, he came home from school and found his world shattered.
His parents were dead. Blood stained the walls. The house had been ransacked. Standing over the corpses was a man in a hoodie, wearing a black mask, gun in one hand and his mother's purse in the other.
A robbery. Simple, brutal, and life-destroying.
Sanjid's mind broke in that moment. He didn't cry.
He burned.
Rage and grief surged through him, and a strange, dry heat filled his chest. Time seemed to freeze. The world blurred.
The gunman shouted something—but Sanjid never heard it.
BOOM.
A surge of blue energy exploded from his body.
The entire building detonated. Walls collapsed. Everything turned to dust—the robber, his home, even the lifeless bodies of his parents.
And when the smoke cleared, Sanjid stood alone in the rubble, shaking, crying, but very much alive.
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But the nightmare didn't end.
News of the explosion spread fast. Sanjid's sudden power spike was detected by secret networks.
Government agents came—some pretending to be police officers, others not bothering with disguises. They accused him of murder.
And so began the chase.
Sanjid became a fugitive overnight. He fled through deserts, towns, forests. Helicopters tracked him. Armed forces hunted him. They labeled him a threat, a criminal, a danger to society.
They said he had killed his parents.
But he knew the truth.
He ran for an entire month, using his powers to escape again and again. He had no food. No allies. Just desperation and guilt.
Eventually, exhausted and cornered, he collapsed near a Gobi-like desert area in Sanglia State, hiding inside a crumbling old prison.
Outside, dozens of soldiers in full armor surrounded the ruins.
He was done.
On his knees, in the dust, Sanjid folded his hands.
And in his last ounce of strength, he prayed—not to God, but to the only being he'd ever seen on TV who looked like they could understand him.
"Goddess of Judgment... please... help me."
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Back in Manhattan, Bella slowly opened her eyes.
The story had ended. The light vanished.
She stared ahead, thoughtful.
"So this is the first... believer?"
She rose from the couch and cracked her neck.
"Alright then," she said with a faint smile.
"Let's meet the boy who called my name."
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Key Events Highlighted:
Sally's abilities continue to evolve—she's now a walking nuclear threat in a child's body.
Bella enjoys a rare period of peace after training with the Ancient One.
Bella receives her first "prayer"—a spiritual message from a boy in need.
Sanjid, a teen from Arizona, awakens his powers after a tragic robbery kills his parents.
Hunted by the government and blamed for the tragedy, Sanjid becomes a fugitive.
Cornered and hopeless, Sanjid prays to Bella—his chosen "Goddess of Judgment."
Bella prepares to answer his call.
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