He sat quietly watching the images presented before him without comment.
They were horrifying.
A world corrupt with hatred and prejudice. A world where violence had won out over reason. A world where the mutant population were hunted, imprisoned and unless they could be tamed, were destroyed. It was his single greatest fear, more so even then his own death. The faces persecuted before him were not unfamiliar. In fact, they belonged to those he held most dear. He watched as they were rounded up one by one and beaten, some to death. They were attacked with utmost cruelty, ganged up on by members of the government trained to hunt and destroy them. The images swirled and focused showing him several key points over an obvious time line. The letters MRD presented themselves time and time again. There would be some who would resist, they had to resist. The future he had seen could not be avoided but it could be fought. The final image shown to him was a great light surrounding the key player as she screamed out in agony for the world's suffering ... and for her own.
"I am sorry to have to show you these things, they are not pleasant, but now you must see why I ask this of you."
"I understand, but is there no other way?" his tone dropped despairingly " Is there nothing more I can do?"
She smiled in sympathy and the soft glow that perpetually surrounded her engulfed him for a moment leaving a feeling of tranquility in it's wake.
"They are key. Without them, there will be no effective resistance, and the final battle will become nothing more than a massacre. You know this for you have seen it. I am sorry for the suffering you must face my friend, it can not be helped. To save the world for all mutants, you must do this"
She stood then moving with a fluid like grace that was not possible for any mortal. Her soft glow lit the dim room and shone on his bleak features.
"Do not despair. This is not the end, although I imagine it must seem that way for you. So long as they fight, mutant kind will continue. It will be many years before we will speak again, and for that I am sorry. I will dearly miss our talks. Until we meet again Charles Xavier"
Her glow burned more fiercely consuming her body untill nothing was left but the faint scent of freesia on the air. The feeling of tranquility that had allowed him to process what she had shown him without crying out in anguish vanished with her. Silent tears fell from his tired eyes. In a world where tolerance was supposed to be prized above all else why could there be no peace? He knew what was to come and it would not be easy but he was determined that this would not be the end. Silently he begged the forgiveness of those he would have to manipulate to save the mutant race. Especially her. It seemed it was her destiny to be used at every turn. She had suffered so much at the hands of others already. His head fell into his hands. It wasn't fair that he should have to use her as well, but what choice did he have? She would go, and Heaven help her, she was going to save them all.
