Disclaimer: I do not own any part of this story, but Beavis Santero,
freelance Bud finder might. You'd just have to ask him.
My Tum-Tum hurts. But I thought I'd write another installment of
The Prophet series. I'm doing this between classes at 9.am. EST
So, please don't be mad!
The Circle's Prophet.
"Miss Grey, The centerpiece of my master objective. Held entombed in
your own mind so deep, your fellow X-Men believed you dead. So then
they entomb you in this fertile black soil and said words of passing
remembrance. Your husbands past betrayed you and left you cold as your
night in the ground chilled your body as snow and rain seeped into your coffin
to drown you. I pulled you from that festering womb you found yourself
interred in. I birthed you back to life and pulled you from your psychic
prison and now I will give rise to my purpose. The seed I saved from your
beloved Scott shall be placed in due time to your healed broken body
to pave the way to my glorious revolution. I shall bring your children
here to call and raise as mine, for the power in each will be great.
You Miss Grey shall be the mother of the future, so swears Sinister!'
freelance Bud finder might. You'd just have to ask him.
My Tum-Tum hurts. But I thought I'd write another installment of
The Prophet series. I'm doing this between classes at 9.am. EST
So, please don't be mad!
The Circle's Prophet.
"Miss Grey, The centerpiece of my master objective. Held entombed in
your own mind so deep, your fellow X-Men believed you dead. So then
they entomb you in this fertile black soil and said words of passing
remembrance. Your husbands past betrayed you and left you cold as your
night in the ground chilled your body as snow and rain seeped into your coffin
to drown you. I pulled you from that festering womb you found yourself
interred in. I birthed you back to life and pulled you from your psychic
prison and now I will give rise to my purpose. The seed I saved from your
beloved Scott shall be placed in due time to your healed broken body
to pave the way to my glorious revolution. I shall bring your children
here to call and raise as mine, for the power in each will be great.
You Miss Grey shall be the mother of the future, so swears Sinister!'
