Marlow blinked at the question. No one had ever asked her that. Her earliest memories were of magic and Clea. She'd grown up alone, with only adults for instruction and training, under the assumption she would one date take Clea's place or even Doctor Strange's if necessary. No one her own age. It hadn't seemed wrong or different until she was sent here to join the Defenders and expand her world.
"I don't know anything else. I've always been able to do magic. I like to make people smile with it, and protect them. I can't not do magic."
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