Prologue

Survival of the fittest. A term supposedly created by Charles Darwin. A term that caused controversy with religious schoolings and leaders. A term that revolutionized how people saw others. Or how humans saw mutants.

But the term wasn't created by Darwin. He simply expanded on the idea of evolution. The man who began the idea of "fitness" was an outlaw leader who went by the name Baal. He bestowed upon my brother and I our names and our ideals. My brother was given the name of En Sabah Nur, meaning "The First One". I was gifted the name of En Neheh Ankh, or "The Repeating-Cycle of Life". Baal taught us his idea and mindset of "survival of the fittest". He bestowed his teachings upon us graciously as we aged. And he told my brother and I something we used vigorously.

We would become conquerors.

It wasn't until many years later that we actually used our teachings to discover the "fittest" empires and nations. We aged slowly, more slowly than average human beings. Baal had only been early in his life when he found us abandoned in the streets. We were only looking to be young children when he hit after his mid-ages. We only looked to be adolescents when he passed on and his Ba went to be weighed.

We had lived through the First and Second dynasties of ancient Egypt in hiding. We were learning our arts and our trades. We had needed to or else we would perish like the humans below us. My brother could manipulate anything he touched. He could bend any material to his will. He could change shape and size. He could take in additional mass. His physical fitness was beyond compare.

I on the other hand could manipulate life. I could leave my own body, my soul carrying me into an empty husk. I could manipulate that body to my needs and change the characteristics to that of my original body. I could manipulate people, using their minds at my whim. I could not read minds, simply control them. And perhaps my greatest ability was that of absorption and distribution of life. I could take it as I pleased and give it just as easily. But the process of learning our arts was not easy.

It took many years for us to even become capable of controlling such gifts. But we had the gifts mastered in a matter of centuries. And before we knew it, we were treated as gods. The day lies vividly in my mind when my brother and I stood upon a dune, hundreds bowing below us as my brother built up the largest pyramid Egypt had ever known, putting Imhotep's step-pyramid to shame. The four men, who protected my brother and I, had sat loyally on their beasts (creatures I had brought to life from clay models my brother built). We called them our four horsemen; Famine, War, Pestilence, and Death were their names.

My brother and I found others like us, mutants as we called them. We would find the strongest ones, as there were few already, and make them our horsemen. They would serve loyally as we conquered. But they were expendable and we replaced them every time they died off, showing my brother's and my own's superiority to even the most advanced of humankind.

I ruled over Egypt many a time and my brother helped expand our empire. We grew to be known as gods due to our abilities. My brother was often called Ra, and the Christians thought him to be God from the stories they heard. I was only told of in Egyptian religion, finding that those who were not of my own culture did not find me "relative" as I was a woman. But I was deemed as Isis by the humans of Egypt. The other religions after did not take kindly to my representation and status as a god and instead held my brother in their "ultimate" respects. But my brother and I were still gods.

For thousands of years we conquered and allowed mutant lives to thrive. It has been a thousand years since I have last been awake. My brother has been asleep for two. He will wake when the tide shifts, the winds change, and the light fades. He is not to wake yet, but I can sense he will soon. He will need a host body and four new horsemen. He does not hold the ability like me to completely take over bodies. He can simply possess them whilst he waits for me to prepare his old one into proper form once more. That is why I'm awake. I need to find our horsemen and his host. For change is coming and I will ensure the mutants rise above all, once and for all.

My brother is Apocalypse and I am Aeon.

A/N: So I just saw X-Men: Apocalypse and I was not pleased with how they played some things out. So this story will be taking from the comics and my own ideas. Also, I will be making a trilogy in one book, starting with First Class and extending into Apocalypse, maybe beyond if my mind is up for it. So this is why the history is a little different. Should I continue? Yay or nay?

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