Doctor Strange Page #3

Kaecilius still has the stolen pages.

If he deciphers them,

he could bring ruin upon us all.

There may be dark days ahead.

Perhaps Kamar-Taj could

use a man like Strange.

Don't shut me out.

I've nowhere else to go.

Thank you.

Bed.

Rest.

Meditate...

if you can.

The Ancient One will send for you.

Uh, what's this? My mantra?

The Wi-Fi password.

We're not savages.

Time will tell how much I love you.

- Christine

The language of the mystic arts

is as old as civilization.

The sorcerers of antiquity called

the use of this language "spells".

But if that word offends

your modern sensibilities,

you can call it "program".

The source code that shapes reality.

We harness energy

drawn from other dimensions

of the multiverse,

to cast spells,

conjure shields

and weapons

to make magic.

But... even if my fingers could do that,

My hands would just be

waving in the air. I mean,

how do I get from here to there?

How did you get to

reattach severed nerves,

and put a human spine

back together bone by bone?

Study and practice. Years of it.

Hey.

Mr. Strange.

- Uh... Stephen, please.

- And you are?

- Wong. - Wong.

Just Wong? Like... Adele?

Or... Aristotle.

Drake. Bono.

Eminem.

The book of the invisible sun.

Astronomia Nova.

Codex Imperium.

Key of Solomon.

You finished all of this?

- Yup.

Come with me.

- Alright.

This section is for Masters only.

But at my discretion,

others may use it.

We should start with Maxim's Primer.

How is your Sanskrit?

I'm fluent in Google Translate.

Read it. Classical Sanskrit.

What are those?

The Ancient One's private collection.

So they're forbidden?

No knowledge in Kamar-Taj is forbidden.

Only certain practices.

Those books are far too advanced for

anyone other than the Sorcerer Supreme.

This one's got pages missing.

That's the book of Cagliostro.

The study of time.

One of the rituals was

stolen by a former Master.

A zealot called Kaecilius.

Just after he strung up

the former librarian,

and relieved him of his head.

I'm now the guardian of these books.

So if a volume from this collection

should be stolen again, I'd know it.

And you'd be dead before

you ever left the compound.

What if it's just overdue? You know?

Any... late fees I should know about?

Maybe, perhaps, uhm...

Uh, you know, people used

to think that I was funny.

Did they work for you?

Alright. Well, it's been

lovely talking to you, thank

you for the books and for

the horrifying story

and for the threat upon my life.

Now we receive the power to destroy

the one who betrayed us.

The one who betrays the world.

Mastery of the sling ring is

essential to the mystic arts.

They allow us to travel

throughout the multiverse.

All you need to do is focus.

Visualize.

See the destination in your mind.

Look beyond the world in front of you.

Imagine every detail.

The clearer the picture,

the quicker, and easier,

the gateway will come.

And stop.

I'd like a moment alone

with Mr. Strange.

Of course.

My hands.

- It's not about your hands.

How is this not about my hands?

Master Hamir.

Thank you, Master Hamir.

You cannot beat a river into submission.

You have to surrender to its current,

and use its power as your own.

I... I control it by surrendering control?

That doesn't make any sense.

Not everything does.

Not everything has to.

Your intellect has

taken you far in life.

But it will take you no further.

Surrender, Stephen.

Silence your ego

and your power will rise.

Come with me.

Wait. Is this...

- Everest.

It's beautiful. - Yeah, you're right.

Beautiful. It's freezing, but... beautiful.

At this temperature,

a person can last for 13 minutes

before suffering permanent

loss of function. - Great.

But you will likely go into shock

within the first 2 minutes. - What?

Surrender, Stephen.

- No, no!!! Don't!

How is our new recruit?

- We shall see.

Any second now.

No, not again.

Maybe I should...

Stephen.

- Wong.

What do you want, Strange?

- Books on astral projection.

You're not ready for that.

- Try me, Beyonc.

Come on. You've heard of her.

She's a huge star, right?

Do you ever laugh?

Oh come on, just

give me the book, huh?

No.

Once, in this room,

you begged me to let you learn.

Now I'm told you question every lesson,

prefering to teach yourself.

Once, in this room,

you told me to open my eyes.

Now I'm being told to blindly

accept rules that make no sense.

Like the rule against conjuring

a gateway in the library?

Wong told on me? - You're advancing

quickly with your sorcery skills.

You need a safe space

to practice your spells.

You are now inside the Mirror Dimension.

Ever present but undetected.

The real world isn't affected

by what happens here.

We use the Mirror Dimension

to train, surveil,

and sometimes to contain threats.

You don't want to be stuck

in here without your sling ring.

Hold on. Sorry, what

do you mean, threats?

Learning of an infinite multiverse

included learning of infinite dangers.

And if I told you everything

else that you don't

already know, you'd run

from here in terror.

So, just how ancient is she?

No one knows the age of

the Sorcerer Supreme.

Only that she is Celtic

and never talks about her past.

You follow her even though you don't know?

I know that she's steadfast,

but unpredictable.

Merciless, yet kind.

She made me what I am.

Trust your teacher.

And don't lose your way.

Like Kaecilius?

- That's right.

You knew him.

When he first came to us,

he'd lost everyone he ever loved.

He was a grieving and broken man,

searching for answers in the mystic arts.

A brilliant student, but

he was proud, headstrong.

Questioned the Ancient One,

rejected our teaching.

He left Kamar-Taj.

His disciples followed him like sheep

seduced by false doctrine.

He stole the forbidden ritual, right?

- Yeah.

What did it do?

No more questions.

What's that?

- That's a question.

This is a relic.

Some magic is too powerful to sustain,

so we imbue objects with it.

Allowing them to take

the strain we can not.

This is the Staff of the Living Tribunal.

There are many relics.

The Wand of Watoomb.

The Bolting Boots of Voltor.

They just roll of the tongue, don't they?

When do I get my relic?

When you're ready.

- I think I'm ready.

You're ready when the relic

decides you're ready.

For now,

conjure a weapon.

Yeah.

Fight! Fight like

your life depended on it!

Because one day, it may.

Christine

I'm emailing you one more time to

Wong?

Okay.

First, open the Eye of Agamotto.

Alright.

Oh my.

Dormammu.

The Dark Dimension.

Eternal life?

Stop!!!

Tampering with the continuum

of probability is forbidden!

I... I wa... I was just doing

exactly what it said in the book!

And what did the book say about

the dangers of performing that ritual?

Yeah, I don't know. I hadn't

gotten to that part yet.

Temporal manipulations can

create branches in time.

Unstable dimensional openings.

Spacious paradoxes! Time loops!!!

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