DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE X-MEN! Only Luna, Sam, Luke, Tildy, Ty, and Matt are mine. You'll meet everyone soon enough.... Well, enough from me, let's get on to Luna!

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It was night. The car with my mother had just driven off, and I was alone. I sat by the road, hoping that one day she would come back. I waited for hours, until suddenly a shadow blocked out the moonlight. "What's wrong little girl?" a kind-looking uniformed man asked.

"Want Momma..." I mumbled, shivering.

Another man came over. "Watch this." he whispered to his friend. "Hey, little girl." he said. The next thing I knew, he and his friend were kicking, punching, slapping, and laughing at me. I cried and tried to hit their hands away. The officer who attacked me first grinned. "Look." he said, "She just assaulted an M.R.D. officer. Now I can use deadly force." He reached for his gun. I struggled to my feet and tried to get away as fast as I could. Suddenly, a small car hit me. I lay unmoving in the road. The two uniformed men walked over and gasped in astonishment as I suddenly got up, my wounds and bruises healing slowly. "She's a mutant!" one of them yelled.

I started to run. They shouted and then I heard gunshots. Why are they shooting at me? I thought as I ran frantically. I dove into an alley and curled up in a cardboard box. Maybe things will be better tomorrow. Maybe Mom will come back... I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming in my eyes. I sat up and looked around. I searched around for some food, but didn't see any. My stomach growled loudly. I sighed and struggled to my feet. I tried to locate some friendly person to help me. Who can resist a lost two-year-old girl? I thought. I had learned to walk about three months ago, and about two months ago I learned to run. I quickly shut out those memories. I had to find food, so I approached a garbage can. I peered inside. Eat what looks fresh I thought to myself, resigned to having to eat somebody else's leftovers. I lived in that particular lifestyle; wake up in a cardboard box, eat trash, walk around aimlessly, and then sleep in my box again at night for two whole years. I was alone. My family was gone. I had no friends. And I was completely lost.

All that changed when the Brotherhood came....