I Died And Reincarnated Into Marvel as Goddess Artoria

POV: The Ancient One (Kamar-Taj)

The chamber is quiet except for the faint rustle of the wind through the open windows. The Ancient One sits cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by swirling orange sparks of a partially formed spell. Her serene expression falters as her eyes widen, visions of countless futures unravel before her like torn threads.

In every timeline, a golden-armored figure looms, her blonde hair glowing as if kissed by divine light, her green eyes alight with an ethereal glow. The woman stands amidst a resplendent city, banners fluttering in the wind, her imposing lance piercing the heavens. The Ancient One's breath hitches as the scenes grow more chaotic…fractured possibilities, strange alliances, and an unrecognizable future.

Suddenly, the scene of her death, a moment she had accepted with peace….flashes before her. But instead of her serene final breath, the golden woman stands there, her presence altering everything.

The spell collapses with a snap, the sparks fading into nothingness.

"This is not how it should be... Not how it ever was." She opens her eyes, filled with a new determination.

"A nexus unlike any other… A king reborn in a time not her own. What are you, armored herald of change?" The Ancient One murmurs to herself.

She rises gracefully, body sharp with determination. Her robes flowing as strides toward the library, where Wong, who is quietly organizing relics and a shelf of mystical tomes, resides nearby.

She walks into the library, over to where Wong usually stays. "Wong, we have a problem." she says with an unnatural tone of seriousness.

"You mean besides the fact that someone put the Staff of the Living Tribunal next to the enchanted teapots? Again?" Wong answers, while focusing on putting a forbidden text back in its correct spot.

"Prepare the library. I need every record of mythical kings and their weapons. There's a ripple, a change in the fabric of fate itself, and at its heart stands a woman wielding power I've never encountered." 

"Changed? As in... 'Thanos never snapped his fingers' changed, or 'we all live in a musical now' changed?"

Wong continues to organize the mystical tomes without even turning around. "A normal Tuesday, then."

The Ancient One arches an eyebrow. "Neither. She built a kingdom overnight. Camelot itself stands in Britain once again, and I sense no malice from her….only a determination that burns brighter than any beacon. I must understand her intentions."

Wong looks up, his brow furrowing. He places a tome down carefully. "Camelot? Like King Arthur, Excalibur, and all that?"

"Not quite. The ruler is a woman, an armored knight bearing a spear of unimaginable power. She commands the forces of destiny itself. And her presence... it shifts the tapestry of time like a storm in a still lake."

Wong picks up a book of legends "Okay, let's see... mythical rulers, golden knights, glowing weapons... Any chance she's one of Thor's cousins?"

"No. This is not Asgardian. She is... something else. Something greater. I must find her, Wong."

Wong grimaces at that "You're sure this isn't just another one of those 'inevitable cosmic disruptions' that sorts itself out if we leave it alone?"

The Ancient One gives Wong a look. "The last time I thought that, Dormammu paid us a visit." Wong shudders at the mention of that name.

"Fair point. So what do we do? Roll out the magical welcome mat?"

"I will approach her myself. But carefully. A being of this magnitude does not simply appear without a purpose. Her city... her very existence... suggests she seeks to shape this world into her vision."

"Let's just hope her vision doesn't involve ruling us all with an iron fist. Or spear."

The Ancient One steps to the center of the room, her hands moving in intricate patterns. The air shimmers as she opens a portal to the outskirts of the newly formed Camelot.

Wong calls after her. "Just... don't provoke her! And if she turns out to be some reincarnated King Arthur, maybe ask her where Merlin went. I have a list of questions!"

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POV: Artoria Pendragon

The throne room of Camelot is as majestic as the legends foretold. Sunlight streams through towering stained-glass windows, casting golden hues over a hall lined with Artoria's Enforcement Knights. At the center of it all sits me, resplendent in my armor, Rhongomyniad resting beside me on the throne. Despite the grandeur, my expression is contemplative.

I need to make a plan regarding what I am going to do regarding this world's events and its important figures. I can't let myself be caught off guard by someone as important as Fury again without coming up with some way to navigate potential risks. I even did something as stupid as greet Fury and Coulson by their names. I need to be more careful and not refer to these people as if I know them. 

I have to make sure I brush up on all of my skills. I look over to my left one of the sword wielding Enforcement knights. "Knight, make sure to inform me of any happenings in my stead. I will be in the training halls."

A faint smile tugs at my lips before vanishing just as quickly. Rising from the throne, I straightened my posture, Rhongomyniad flashing into my hand with a mere thought As I stood, the faint clink of my armor echoed in the grand hall. "If I am to be a ruler here, I must prepare myself for the challenges ahead."

I descended the steps of my throne and made my way to Camelot's training hall. The corridors seemed alive with the hum of magic, each stone crafted from my will. My golden hair shimmered in the light, and my regal presence demanded reverence, though only summoned Enforcement Knights stood guard of these halls.

Inside, Enforcement Knights stand at attention, silent sentinels of my will. "At ease. I require solitude." With a motion of my hand I wave them off "Stand guard outside."

The knights nod in unison, their movements precise, and leave the chamber. As the doors close, I survey the room. The training hall was vast, its walls adorned with banners of the Round Table and gleaming suits of armor. It's a perfect blend of my design and this era's ingenuity, magical constructs intertwined with advanced technology, offering a plethora of challenges for even the most skilled combatant.

I let out a smirk in excitement "Let us Begin."

I close my eyes, and a dazzling array of weapons materializes around me. Excalibur gleams brilliantly, its presence a beacon of hope; Caliburn radiates an understated, regal gold; Avalon shimmers faintly in the background, an ever-present promise of protection. 

"First is Excalibur" With a thought, Excalibur materialized in my hand, its brilliance lighting the room. I swung the blade experimentally, the air itself singing with each motion. The first construct raced toward me, I swung Excalibur in a horizontal slice, cutting it in half before it even got to me.

"Too slow," I chastised myself, narrowing my eyes. Channeling Mana Burst, my movements became a blur. The constructs came at me with all manner of magecraft and weapons. Sparks flew as my blade clashed against enchanted constructs, each strike deliberate yet powerful enough to split mountains.

After dispatching these constructs, I paused, placing Excalibur tip-first into the ground. "Excalibur... ever faithful companion," I said softly, my tone tinged with nostalgia. "It feels different here, lighter, perhaps. The burdens of the past do not weigh as heavily. Yet..." I closed my eyes. Memories of my knights, my failures, and my sacrifices surged through my mind. "...I must not falter."

I summoned Caliburn next, the golden sword gleaming with an aura of hope. I tested its weight, my strikes less forceful but more precise. It was a weapon meant to inspire, not destroy. "A King must wield hope as deftly as they wield steel."

Gripping it with both hands. The room responds instantly, magical constructs spring to life, conjuring a dozen phantom foes. They charge toward me with unrelenting precision.

My emotions schooled, I bring Caliburn into my basic sword stance "Come. Let me see if I still remember."

My movements are swift and calculated. Caliburn cuts through the air with ease, dispatching the first wave of foes in moments. I sidestep a magical projectile, deflecting it with a graceful arc.

I look at the construct with a hint of pride "You mirror the cunning of Mordred, but lack her ferocity."

The constructs adapt, shifting their tactics. They press with coordinated attacks, forcing me to switch weapons mid-battle. With a thought, I summon Mythological Mystic Code Marmyadose replacing Caliburn, its energy courses through me. A surge of lightning engulfs the room as I sweep my enemies aside.

Suddenly, a flickering construct moved erratically, catching me off-guard. With reflexes honed from countless battles, I drew Avalon. The world around me shifted into a tranquil reality marble, shielding me completely.

Shielded in Avalon I look around at my surroundings. Avalon….merlin once told me about it. 

He said: 

It is the final paradise, filled with flowers of every imaginable color.

In the day, it's filled with the spring sunlight and the scent of summer, and at night, you feel the fall air and look up at the winter stars.

The earth is filled with flowers and insects. The forests with water and green beasts.

Beautiful fairies dance near the waterside.

In the myths, this tiny little world is called the Land of Eternal Spring, or the Island of the Apple.

It is a utopia, far beyond the reach of animals who possess wisdom.

Its name is Avalon. The inner sea of the planet.

It is another name for the place where the Earth's soul is kept.

It is truly as beautiful as he said. I take a deep breath, the smell of otherworldly flowers fills my senses. Faeries of all shapes and sizes float around the landscape. Some even come up to me, I can hear their laughter and see their smiles. This reminds me of when I lived in the Faerie Kingdom. The energy I feel calms me, and fills me with hope.

The constructs shattered harmlessly against the outside of the reality marble, and I so, allowed Avalon to fade. I sighed, a faint smile tugging at my lips. "Perhaps I am overprepared."

I paused briefly, my chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. I de-summon Marmyadose, Rhongomyniad takes its place without me even telling it to.

"Even now, this body carries the weight of divinity. Yet, this age will not bow to divine power alone."

As if to punctuate my resolve, I raise Rhongomyniad high. Its radiant energy floods the chamber, annihilating the remaining constructs in an instant.

The training ends. I lower my lance, the room silent save for the faint hum of residual energy. I surveyed the destruction, a faint frown crossing my features. "Perfection... is an illusion. Even now, I am reminded of that. If I am going to protect the people of this world I can't cause destruction like this." 

I unsummon Rhongomyniad, I then reached out and grasped Avalon. "I must defend the people. So many died in this world from beings they could never hope to stand against. For the events that are going to come to pass, I will protect as many as I can reach. I will be their hope for a better future."