(A/N: this story is a what if… The what if is What if the Daughters of the Moon lived in X-men times, what if they had never met Maggie and had no clue what the atrox was. What if they just thought they were mutants?? Well, hopefully, I will answer these questions..)
Disclaimer: The Daughters belong to Lynne Ewing and the X-men belong to.. erm, well they don't belong to me.
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Rouge looked at the girl in front of her. The poor thing was worn ragged from her trip, but underneath the dirt was a hint of stunning beauty. "Are you alright?" her southern accent twanged softly and the girl looked somewhat surprised.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked.
"I don't think so, unless you've been here before." said Rouge. But she cocked an eyebrow at the girl, as if some distant memory had been awakened inside her. "What's your name?"
"Serena,"
"Well Serena, welcome to mutant high."
(A/N: I know, lame chapter ending, but I have homework to do. If you want another chapter, I have one word for you. REVIEW!!! I don't care if they're flames, I'll even give you a reason, I'm not sure yet if I'll include Catty. If Kendra thinks she's an alien, why would she be self-conscious of her powers? Also read my other story, Finding a way. )