Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, or any of those characters. I do however own Miril Estelae, and her parents. I also own the numerous people she meets on the streets. The rating may go up for safety's sake but I don't think it will.

A/N: I don't know a whole lot about the X-Men universe but I do know a bit so be prepared if I step out of character for them from time to time. This may end up being a bit AUish so if you don't like that stuff don't read. Also I'm open to people e-mailing me about a Character(s) they would like me to include if I use or don't use certain submitted characters is totally up to my own discretion thank you.

After the Twilight:

Chapter One: ~Course of Tears~

A cry of a small child broke the air wailing high-pitched and seemingly urgent. This sound brought bright, relieved smiles to weary nurses and two scared new parents.

"She is going to make it Mrs., Estelae. She will make it." The doctor said looking over at the woman and sitting in her husbands arms. Sweaty, tired and relieved beyond compare. After twelve hours of pain and then anxiety the new mother's daughter was born and was assured life.

~Flashback~

"Push come on, push!" The doctor called to the panting lady.

"I can't do thi-AH!" She cried out loudly making her husband in the next room fidget more trying to keep his calm it was getting harder to wait like this.

"Yes you can, push just a little more and we will have her!" A few minutes later after a particularly hard push, followed by an equally hard scream, a new call had broken the air.

"I have her!" The doctor called as a cry came from the newborns lips. Then all panic ensued, the child cut off her cry and lay motionless her heart stopped and her eyes rolled up. The doctor called for help and started CPR on the child trying to get her to breath again and her heart started. Six times they got it going but she would stop again. And then everyone was thrown into hours of waiting and tests.

~End~

"Your sure she is alright?" The father asked 'tentively giving his wife a reassuring squeeze as he continued massaging her shoulders to keep her relaxed. The Doctor nodded and smiled.

"You would like to see her now?"

"Yes, yes we would…as long as it wont jeopardize her." The mother added the last part hesitantly.

"Perfectly fine. She is going to be fine." The doctor assured once more as he walked out of the room. He returned moments later with the child wrapped in warm cloth and gently set the girl in the mother's arm. The child gave a reassuring cry, short but sweet and so full of life as to assure her parents all was usual. The child then yawned as its cry died fell asleep for the first time in the arms of her mother.

"Oh Hans! Look at her!" the mother whispered excitedly kissing her child's forehead softly before looking up into her husband's bright brown eyes that smiled at her.

"I'm looking love…I'm looking and I see a jewel." Reaching out he brushed his fingers lightly across the side of his daughter's face and if it was possible his smile widened. He leaned over and kissed his wife's lips and then pulled back caressing her back. "You did wonderful Merian, you did wonderful." He murmured and then looked at the doctor. "We have some forms to fill out I assume?"

"Yes sir, I usually give new parents a chance to be with their child and talk before I hand over the paperwork though."

"That wont be necessary. We can fill it out now."

"As you wish." The doctor grabbed a clipboard and handed it to Mr. Estelae; who took out a pen and began jotting down the black info about his new daughter and also write a check for the hospital bill. Handing the board back the doctor looked over the information for a moment and then nodded with a smile.

"Well I'm honored to have been the one entrusted with bringing young Miril Estelae into this world. Congratulations to you both and have an excellent day."

"Thank you for doing your best and saving our daughter Doctor. And have a wonderful and hopefully less stressful remainder of the day yourself." The father replied helping his wife to her feet as he led her out of the room and down the hall to leave.

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"Miril, Miril! Come inside now!" Mrs. Estelae called out the back door of their South American home. She was getting sick of the oppressive nature of the rainforest. Though she had to admit her daughter seemed to be able to thrive here.

"Coming Amme!" the five year old called with a giggle as she entered the house. She had never gotten Mama right and had changed it to Amme, which suited her mother fine.

"Adda's coming home in a few minutes and he has a surprise for his little princess Miril. Go get ready to welcome him home."

Miril smiled brightly at her mother her deep blue eyes sparkling with gleeful laughter. She dusted her shirt off and disappeared at a run towards the front door to welcome her father. Who, like with mother Miril never called Dada but Adda instead.

"Adda! Your home! Amme says you have something for me!" The girl yelped as she jumped into her father's expectant arms.

"Ja, I do princessen" He pulled a package from behind his box and handed to her kissing her with a laugh. "Happy Birthday! My little Jewel of Joy." The now five year old kissed her father back quickly and wrapped her small arms around him joyfully. Then sitting back in his arms proceeded to rip the paper off in frenzy. She pulled from the small package a Necklace with a deep blue crystal hung on the silver chain. Her father smiled taking the necklace from her gently he clipped it around her neck and kissed her again." A beautiful jewel for my little Jewel." He smiled at her happy expression and then added. "The color of your eyes dark haired beauty of mine." The girl looked back up at her father with sparkling eyes and laughed happily. He set her down and she ran off black hair fluttering behind her.

"Amme! Amme! Look what Adda gave me!!" The girl squealed with glee as she showed the necklace to her mother.

"Why Miril dear, it's gorgeous! And it suits you so well too." She brushed her daughter's hair out of her face and sent her off to play in her room as she turned to greet her husband with a hug and a murmured love you before their lips met.

"Love, Merian… we are to return to Germany within the week." He murmured pulling back.

"What, and rip Miril out of her home so suddenly? She has friends here…she has never even seen Germany before!"

"Shh. It is not my choice you know this. I love the Rain Forest. As does Miril, but she will enjoy Germany as well. Besides I'm a General, if the government says return…I must return. I'm sorry…let's make the best of it though. We can at least try and make this smooth for Miril's sake, Nine?" Merian nodded and sunk into her husbands arms for another hug before pulling back to continue cooking dinner.

"We will leave then. No use complaining. We have money we have Miril, it matters not where we live as long as we have our love." The shared a mutual silence knowing there was nothing else to say. They would go, and that was that.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

"They are dead. How is the girl?"

"She is doing alright we think. Shocked still. She hasn't moved or said anything since just after we arrived."

"She said something then though?"

"Ja, she muttered a few times. "Blood, noises, dead, dead, dead.' Also said something like "He got away…Adda, Amme wont move…eyes closed…blood…' we aren't sure if that was it though. As she was muttered so softly."

"Poor thing. She is only ten…and her parents are dead…what is her name?"

"Miril, Miril Estelae, General Estelae's only child, and sole living family now."

"I see, we shall see about getting her up for adoption then…can't have such a young thing sitting out here much longer in the snow and cold."

"Aye sir, I'll see to the arrangements after I finish this paperwork."

"Ja, see that you do…I'll read your report when you come back to the office."

"Ja sir."

What do they know? And why wouldn't Amme and Adda move!! I don't understand…the bang…the crash…the shock. AMME! ADDA!!! COME BACK! Miril sat on the curb of her German home's driveway. Silent tears slide down her tan sienna cheeks. She stared at her hands and her feet listening distantly to the conversation of the two policemen.

Adoption! The word rang in her head like a bell. Adda used to talk about that…about kids being adopted and beaten by those…"new" parents…that's how he said it…I'm not going to be adopted! They are talking of me!…NEIN, NEIN, NEIN!

"Miril?" The officer approached tucking his clipboard under his arm. He crouched down in front of her. "It's time to go. I'll take you down to the station and we'll see about getting you a place to stay tonight and then from there into a new home." She stared at him a moment letting his words sink in.

"NEIN!" she nearly screeched as she stood to her feet. "I wont be adopted. Adoption is bad!" tears streamed down harder. The officer looked a bit flustered but tried to calm her down.

"No, no it isn't. See your parents…they are gone…they aren't coming back so you need to stay with someone…some people who will look after you as they can't do now. Come with me, please, it wont be that bad." He stood offering his hand to her.

"NEIN! I wont go!" She yelled and pushed her hands out as if trying to fend off a dog and then turned blinded with tears she tore off surprisingly fast across the yard and disappeared. The officer couldn't react in time it was so sudden getting his wits back he yelled out.

"Someone go get her! Track her down. She might get killed!" It was too late though. They never found her. But they kept their eyes open for the next four months. She didn't show her face once to them. So they gave it up. And wrote her down as dead or missing.

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