This is the last sound from the recording, and it seems that due to some external force, the signal transmitted by the eavesdropping device will end here.

Freya put her phone aside and fell into deep thought.

Fury said a name - the American Magic and French Society. Obviously, the magical world is not only in an orderly manner, but its upper level is even closely related to the non-magical world. Fury knows, or at least suspects that there is some kind of magical means that can control people and is difficult to see by the psychic abilities, but he cannot take the risk of being discovered by the outside world before he is sure - is this mysterious world trying to protect itself, or is it trying to protect ordinary people who know nothing about magic?

If the abilities are helpless with this kind of control, there will be a very terrible consequence: once someone around you is mentally controlled, people will not have any means to distinguish him. If this situation is to be resolved, they must seek help from the magical world, they must know what happened in that world, and who is trying to subvert the ordinary world. Freya hopes that the person behind them is only part of the magical world, otherwise in the face of a population of hostility, perhaps people can only pray to God to avoid the invasion of mysterious forces.

She drank the milk from the mug, and on a whim, typed "magic" into the computer search bar. Under this entry, Freya found some creepy medieval murals, some said to be oral by magic witnesses, and a large number of fantasy stories. Except for some seemingly plausible messages in the old newspapers, almost all the information was a castle in the air for her. One of the newspapers said that in a house outside New York, residents claimed that they had witnessed a huge animal flying through the sky. It looked like a bird, or maybe a dragon. Given the incoherence of the witnesses and the story itself, the revelation was published in a 1926 issue of the New York Daily News.

Freya was a little interested, and the sky was completely dark. She got up and closed the window, preparing to get some food for herself.

Not long after she dug out a pot of mashed potatoes, Clark called. He sounded very angry, and his voice was very different from before, with a cold and hard texture.

"I heard about this," Clark said. "The reporter sitting in the compartment opposite me wrote about the captain, full of lies and no truth at all. I tried to change the report, but Perry accused me of not doing my job well, but always putting my nose on other people's affairs. He showed me the report request sent to him by the upper level, and I glanced at it. It was not a directed outline at all, almost a complete report. Steve was a good man, a respectable man, a hero, and someone used him as a political trick. I felt angry, Freya, he deserved more than that."

Freya smiled bitterly, and she briefly said Bruce and her discovery.

"It's magic again," Clark said. "The word has almost made my ears calluse lately. Bruce contacted me at noon today, and we all agreed that we need to gather superhumans as soon as possible to convince them to fight with us and deal with the upcoming storm. We made an appointment for the next trip a few hours ago, and I will go to Central City this weekend. Diana will visit the friend who lives in the sea in the near future, and Bruce is responsible for finding the biochemical man in the video. Oliver and Bruce have another job together, but they didn't tell me secretly."

Freya listened, nodded first, then reacted and asked, "What about me?"

"Their original words are, you have to 'solve your own small problems' first." Clark said helplessly.

"Okay." Freya sighed and threw herself onto the sofa. "There's something that happened recently, and I felt like a flattened sponge. Before I could recover, the next round of battle came again. Clark, you don't know how scared I was. Yes, I could fly to more than one Mach, I was invulnerable, but I didn't stop that bullet."

"If you have to blame yourself like this, then blame me, why didn't you go with you?" Clark said. "Do you believe me, Freya? I can hear his heartbeat, he is still alive, it's all thanks to you. Never bear too much because of overestimating your ability. If there was a person in this world who could stop a special bullet fired at that distance, this person wouldn't be you."

"Hold too much? I'll give you this sentence to the same thing." Freya said, "I'm just a little sad. I could have discovered the abnormality at that time earlier."

"And I could have foresaw Zod's arrival. No, the truth is that we can't, you can't," Clark said gently, "Stop being stubborn, silly girl."

Freya couldn't help but smile.

That night she dreamed of a bright red cloak of superman.

......

Freya and Diana went out for tea on Wednesday afternoon.

Since they met at the banquet, they have been in close contact. As they gradually discovered that they had many similarities with each other, their relationship grew day by day.

Sitting next to the table in a remote corner, Diana showed Freya the trophy she had earned in the sea China and a scar on her thigh.

"Arthur Curry is a diehard." She put down her skirt indifferently, "Before I finished speaking, he asked me to get out of his territory."

"How is he?" Freya asked curiously.

"The Amazons don't 'get out of other people'," Diana said lightly, "I gave him a ruthless blow."

Freya's lips curled up. "So, what did he say about our alliance?"

"Maybe I'll ask you by the way next time I go to find him." Diana knocked on the bone porcelain teacup with the small silver spoon in her hand. "What about you, you look very depressed."

"I haven't dared to see him yet," said Freya. "Steve must have known it was me at that time. We have known each other for so long, but I have never told him who he is."

Diana looked up at her.

"You're on the scene, Freya, you hear him with your own ears saying that he will defend everyone's right to hide their identity, and that's what he said from his mouth, and he will never blame you."

"He won't blame me," Freya said, "but it feels bad. Do you know what's worse? He was lying in my arms, blood flowing all over my hands, and if it weren't for hearing that S.H.E.D. was about to arrive, I might have twisted the magic-shaped woman's neck at that time."

"I know, honey." The Amazon said softly, "the loss is not good."

"There are security measures in the speech venue, and the gun is obviously specially made," Freya gave her a grateful smile and changed the subject. "I have never been exposed to spiritual control before. In my hometown, there are branches of tribes who can use magic-like powers, who can control certain natural weather as they please, wind, rain, thunder, and hail, but none of them can do such a fine job--before coming to Earth, I thought it was impossible to influence the idea of ​​others. The magic girl was controlled, and we even knew nothing about the magic that controlled her."

Diana put down her teacup, as if thinking about something.

"What?" Freya asked with concern.

Diana pursed her lips and still spoke.

"In fact, we are not ignorant." said the female warrior slowly. "When I was in New York, I told you that I had seen similar creatures, and I had concealed some of the truth at that time. I did see similar creatures, werewolfs. But I did not enter the magic world at that time."

Freya's hand holding a spoon stirring the black tea couldn't help but stop.

"In 1926, New York, the eighth year I came to the human world from Paradise Island," Diana continued. "Some things I witnessed have happened with my own eyes. Mysterious power, ancient traditional spells, and the extremely beautiful creature, I watched its long tail feather disappear into the sky, immediately igniting my curiosity about magic. In the following decades, I dealt with many wizards, and in my conversation with them, I learned about the history and status of the magic world, but it also brought many unrealistic fantasies to me at that time."

She lowered her eyes.

"Magic is dangerous, Freya, it makes people lose, it plays with people's hearts, it whispers like a devil in your ear, and even today I can still recall the illusory joy of that time."

Freya grabbed her hand.

"There is something," the Amazons continued, "It is said that it can bring the dead back to the earth. The wizards called it the resurrection stone. They searched for the whereabouts of the stone, and they spared money like soil and killed each other. In the craziest decade, the people who continued to sacrifice their lives for this small stone, the Deathly Hallows."

"You got it." Freya's throat crunched.

Diana looked at her, and then slowly the goddess of war nodded.

“I have had the Resurrection Stone for fifteen years.”

Freya took a breath of air conditioning.

Diana's expression revealed a sadness mixed with regret and nostalgia.

"Do you know, Freya? They are right, the resurrection stone cannot really bring the person you love back to you, the magic cannot surpass death, it is just a dream, just a moment of stealing in time."

She pulled her hands back, took a sip of tea, and swallowed the bitterness of her throat.

The Amazon even ate a death spell with a bracelet in the final struggle, but as the stone fell into her palm, her long-silent heartbeat began to restless again.

She knew that she was touching the forbidden/taboo, and she knew that her behavior was not bright and open, but she couldn't tell whether it was magic that tempted her or whether she surrendered to magic.

That night Diana turned the Resurrection Stone three times, and Steve walked towards her in the moonlight.

They danced among the snowflakes in the sky, and Captain Trevor lowered his head and kissed her sideburns.

"I want to take you all around the world," he said. "I want to read newspapers with you and have breakfast together. I want to marry you."

He is so young and so handsome, almost heartbreaking.

That is her love and the pain of her eternal life.

This period of time is like clouds and fog, and joy is always hidden behind the tulle and cannot be seen clearly.

It was not until fifteen years later that she woke up like a dream and gave the stone to a friend. The Amazons left that world far away and never talked about magic again.

The author has something to say: woeve is my white moonlight, this pair is so beautiful that they cry.
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