Charles Xavier, someone you've probably never heard of, is the owner of a small book shop you've probably never heard of in a small town you've probably never heard of. He wasn't like most boring book store owners.
No, Charles was special. And no not in the "You're all special butterflies!" kinda bull shit.
Now Charles could read minds. He could dig through your memories and he always wins the guess-a-number game. But Charles and his sister Raven were alone.
Raven could change her appearance. Almost like a shapeshifter. Raven, unlike Charles, loved people. All day Raven was out and about meeting people and making friends.
In fact she was leaving work early today just to hang out with some of her friends. Charles, on the other hand, took a double shift just to make sure he had enough money for himself. He didn't have to work. He was so rich he could hire a new butler for every day of the week and still never go broke.
But that's not what this story is about. No, this story is about another boy named Erik.
Erik was different, just like Charles and Raven. And Erik was alone, just like Charles and Raven. And Erik wanted to find someone like him, just like Charles. And Erik wanted to find the person he'd spend the rest of his life with, just like Charles. And Erik believed that that person didn't exist and even if they did they would never accept him for the true creature that he was, just like Charles.