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!'