Hey, it's green! I have another Oc story, my last for a while, and this is going to be awesome! OC Information inside! This chapter will be strictly about Ororo/Storm. Next chapter, the OCs/Mutants/Shadowcat and Nightcrawler. Not Beta'd so please let me know of any Errors.

[Edit: Sept. 18- Fixed some small spelling, grammar, and format errors]

[Edit:March 14- Fixed some more spelling and grammar issues. Added few things. Nothing extreme.]

Tempest

Ororo kissed her beautiful baby on the forehead one more time before she placed it back in its crib. She sighed, her eyes watering as she grabbed her bags and threw them out the window, following them short after. She walked off the estate, stopping one more time to cherish the moment. She was leaving her child, her husband, her home, and for what?! A distress call, which could be a trap for all she knew.

It had to be real. No one, no matter how hard you tried, could pull of the amount of fear in their voice. She remembered the audio clearly.

"Ororo!" It was Kitty's voice. "Help! We can't stop them"... "AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Screaming...more than one voice. Then, the tape ended.

Ororo continued her walk, picking up her pace.

"Storm." Ororo flinched. She hadn't been called that name in 3 years. The white haired woman didn't bother to turn around.

"You can't stop me, Cheena. I've made up my mind; I'm going."

"I'm not here to stop you...just... what if its real? What if you can't come back? What if..?"

"Cheena. Please don't worry. I'll be alright. Please, take care of my family while I'm gone..."

"Yes, my queen." Cheena said. "One piece of advice?"

"What?" Ororo asked, thinking it would be along the lines of death or something sad.

"Finish what you start. Do what you have to do. Stand your ground. Otherwise, don't come back." Cheena said. She turned around and ran back to the home.

Ororo smiled. She was her father's child.

Going through security was a breeze, and the trip home was even easier. There were fewer people out, like a fraction had disappeared. Several vans and cars with 'AMA' on them were situated around the city. The taxi driver looked in the rearview mirror once he stopped in front of the mansion.

"Are you sure this is your destination m'am?"

"Positive. Why? Is something the matter?" Orora asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not. At. All."

Ororo paid and got out the car, getting her bags from the trunk. The car pulled off and she could of swore she heard him say something along the lines of Mutant. Maybe she was just paranoid. As the woman made her way towards to door, she failed to noticed that there wasn't anyone outside, when it was around noon. Failed to notice the decaying flowers and plants, failed to notice...the broken window.

Ororo froze when she saw the ajar door. She slowly opened it wider, leaving her bags outside. "H-hello?" she called out. Nobody answered, not a single noise was heard. She went to her room, first, changing into her old costume. Boy, it needed a few adjustments. She then went to Professor Xavier's room.

"Professor?" Ororo said, slowly examining his messy room. Cabinets were open, papers spread out across the ground. Ororo sat down in his desk, noticing a slight bulge in the wooding. She traced her fingers along the rim, then pulled the box out.

Inside was a paper with writing. It read:

"Dear Ororo,

It's been a rather long time hasn't it friend. Yes, this is Professor Xavier and a lot of things are going through your mind right now, I imagine. I'll start from the beginning. The Government formed the Anti-Mutant Association, a mutant police force if you will. The AMA was originally created to take out trouble causing mutants, but the Brotherhood made it hard for them. The government made a Mutant Registration Law, which required all mutants to be registered in their system so they could 'keep and eye on them' at all times. A great percentage of mutants ignored it and the AMA was given the green to capture the mutants and put them in camps. Mutants left and right were being sent to the camp, some for no reason. The AMA was given too much power and control and before long, talks of a war emerged. We X-Men refused, so they sent a special unit to take us down. Shadowcat and Nightcrawler were the only ones to escape. The rest of us fought valiantly for our cause. How we were foolish to think we could take them on. With only a few of us and hundreds of them...

I'm sorry in advance, my dear friend, and I know you'll hate me for this but, Ororo, we need you to become Storm. We need you to find Nightcrawler and Shadowcat. We need you to train a new generation of mutants to fight, to survive. We need you to carry on the X-Men Legacy. We need you to be ready. By now, you should have realized that our sacrifice can't be for nothing. By time you're done reading this, they should be on their way.

At this location [Coordinates], you should find all that you need to get started. Please don't let us down, Storm.

~Long Time Friend and Teacher, Professor Xavier."

Ororo let out a deep breath she didn't know she was holding. She wouldn't be going home to Africa any time soon, that was for sure. Ororo looked out the window where the AMA agents, heavily dressed, filed out of the trucks. The Professor knew his stuff alright. Ororo struck the window with lightning, shattering it to pieces. She flew out, hovering over the building. Her eyes turned a foggy gray and clouds formed and blocked out the sun, a gray funnel spiraling above her.

The anomaly, growing bigger in size by the minute, descended from the clouds. Strong winds blew the agents all over the place. The tornado crashed into the building, tearing and ripping it apart. She was no longer the woman from three years ago. Storm died with the X-Men that day. She was now Tempest.

Tempest flew off to the location the professor had told her to go.

Chapter 1
Lull Before the Storm

Heya guys! Hope you liked it. The chapters will be longer than this, I promise, just needed to get this out. You must REVIEW before you create a OC. Information is on my profile.