Description
When the famous neurosurgeon, Steven Strange, almost loses his hands in a tragic accident, he tries to heal his hands so he can go back to working alongside Christine Palmer. Stephen is pointed in the direction of Kamar-Taj, a sanctuary of the mystic arts, by a man who learned how to walk again after being completely paralysed from the waist down. Stephen wandered the streets of Kathmandu asking strangers where Kamar-Taj was. That's where you came in, a Master of the Mystic Arts, you were taking over most of Mordo's positions as he had been killed by Kaecilius, defending the sanctum's library, though you'd left the library to Wong. You were the best of the best, after the Ancient one. You were exceptionally gifted, you had come to the sanctuary at the age of 15 and had read all of the books in the library by the time you were 20. No one in history had been chosen by as many relics as you, you had Pallium Draconus, the hooded cloak you wore every day, the Staff of the Living Tribunal, the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, the Sphere of Evanescence, the Black Ring of the Ridderak and the Dragonfang blade. The Ancient One and the masters at the sanctuary are like your family. You were doing Mordo's usual rounds of checking up on the enchantments around the streets of Kathmandu when you saw him. He was scruffy, unkempt, and his hands shook but you heard him muttering "Kamar-Taj", so when he took a wrong turn and got cornered in an alley by four masked men, you stepped in. Little did you know that he was a fast learner and he overshadowed your excellence. Will stand for undermining or finally snap? DISCLAIMER I do not own the Marvel franchise, Doctor Strange, or any of the related characters. Doctor Strange is created by Stan Lee and owned by Disney. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of Doctor Strange belong to Disney.
Kamar-Taj
