Summary: Remy's little sister, Adalyn, was abandoned by the same family three years after Remy was born because of her green on black eyes. Remy finds her on the streets of New Orleans, a powerful 15 year old with a messed up form of Empathy: she can sense emotions just like any other Empath, but she can also sense urges (urge to eat, urge to sleep, etc.) and control both emotions and urges. The story starts a year after Remy finds Adalyn. She is 16 years old and has much trauma in her life.

Sovereign-Chapter 1

Hot sweat dripped off my body as I blocked my brother's blows with a staff wielded in my hands. His constant aggression caused him to loose most of our sparring sessions because I saved my energy and he just used it as if it were water. Anyone looking at us would just see our bodies; the staffs that we used in both defense and offence mere blurs. Our staffs met again and again in glorious harmony, the silver of his meeting the brown metal of mine, creating clanging sounds so vibrant throughout the campus. I was the only one who could outsmart my brother though. He used his energy as per usual, and I knocked his feet out from under him using a roundhouse kick, a new technique I had picked up when he had done so to me yesterday. His body hit the ground with a thump; after he didn't get up for a while, I leant down close to him.

"Training session over, big brother," He got up and placed his arm around my shoulder, and I looked into his demon like eyes, the red on black almost like my own green on black ones.

"Remy wonders, who taught y' t' spar like dat?" I immediately looked away from him. If there was one thing I didn't want to talk about, it was Wanderer.

"A good friend a long time ago," the same answer to the same question. I knew I should have been open to my brother, but I couldn't. I needed to keep some things to myself…but those things always seemed to come out at some nasty time.

-A little while later-

I laid in bed, thinking about the harbored stress that weighed down a lot in my life. After Wanderer…I thought about him for a while, and immediately knew that I needed to open my heart to someone…and I knew just who. I looked to the other bed in the room, where a girl with 2 white streaks in the front of her hair typed on a laptop.

"Rogue?"

"Yes, Ada?" She asked me without looking up from her work. She seemed engrossed in whatever she was doing, but I could see in her face that she was trying to multitask.

"Rogue, what I'm gonna tell you I've never told anyone before, so I'm gonna need full attention. It's kind of important." Rogue shut the laptop and turned to face me, her face full of concern instead of agitation that I had pulled her from her work.

"Promise this won't get back to Rems?" I asked her quietly, just hoping that my brother wouldn't hear about what I needed to tell my best friend.

"As long as it doesn't involve harmin yaself or othas, shugah, mah boyfriend won' know a word ya say, unless ya tell him," I smiled gratefully at the older girl.

"I just need to tell someone about this. Remember how I told you I spent almost 7 years on the streets of New York after I ran away from my last foster parents? When Remy found me, my powers were already developed to a degree, and I had quite a few skills like thievery and fighting. These were taught to me by someone I called Wanderer,"

"Ah remembah ya sayin somethin about a guy called Wanderah," Rogue said thoughtfully, and then gestured for me to continue.

"Well, Wanderer was a man who taught me everything. His name wasn't really 'Wanderer', but that's what I called him. His name was Perry. He was a very powerful telepath who helped me to hone skills in everything, including my empathy. He was three years older than I…we were in a small group his older brother lead, even though Wanderer was much more powerful than his brother. There were five of us, living on the New York City East Village streets, sharing an apartment we were squatting in, being chased out many, many times only to find a new place to live. We were moving around constantly. We grew accustomed to calling each other by codenames. Perry was called Wanderer because that was the meaning of his name. My best friend in the group was called Giver, but her real name was Cathryn, and her power was the opposite of yours…any time she touched someone, she would give life to them, coming from some force of nature, be it one of the elements themselves, another human being, or herself, that person would get a jolt of life. Giver and I were pretty close because of the fact that we were the only girls in the group. Wanderer's older brother was called Foster because he took care of us, and because his powers were to heal any wound. The last member of the group was the only one younger than me. His name was Mikey, but we called him Shift. He was telekinetic,"

"What were you called, Ada?" Rogue asked me, looking thoughtful at what I had just shared with her.

"Me? Just as I am now with X-Men, I was Sovereign, because of my control of people's feelings and urges. I was more powerful than even Wanderer, because I can control the urge that people have to listen to telepathic influence, therefore shutting down the influence any telepath has over me. I could also shut down the urge of a telepath to use their abilities, simply enough." I told her, thinking about the group, remembering my perfect life that lasted 7 whole years.

"Get away from me!" A young auburn haired girl yelled at a boy older than she as he approached her.

I won't hurt you, his voice echoed in her mind. She jumped backwards, farther from him.

"You're a telepath?" she asked him, scared and surprised at the same time.

"Yes. I know you're a mutant too," he said to her, and she stopped backing away and looked into his cinnamon eyes.

"How?" she seemed skeptical, but somewhat believing.

"Your eyes. Beautiful eyes they are too," he added that last part, and she blushed.

"Who are you?" she asked, and he smiled at her.

"My name is Perry, but my group calls me Wanderer. We're a family, you see. We're not really related, aside from my brother and I, but we're as close as any family can get. I saw you a few days ago, saw your eyes, and told my brother I had found another mutant. He's our leader. He told me to find you and see if you needed help. So now I'm offering: would you like a place to live and a family to take care of you?" he seemed genuinely sincere.

"Yes,"

"What happened to them?" the dreaded question had come up, and it had pulled me from the memory I had been reliving. I knew that I would have to answer this one. I didn't have a choice.

"They died. My family, my father, big sister and my little brother in every true meaning of the word…and the man I was in love with. I know what you're thinking, and you're right. Wanderer and I fell in love when I was fourteen. He was seventeen; nearly an adult, and we fell in love. Foster didn't like it, but we stayed together despite his constant chastising. We were together for 10 months then…a human found out the secret of our group…He came to the apartment and shot at us spontaneously. I was so frightened. After a few seconds of shock, I was able to turn off his urge to shoot, and the man left after I gave him the urge to. But looking around, I saw that my reaction had been too late. All four of my friends had been shot. I sat with Wanderer until he died. Giver was the last of the four to die…and with her last burst of energy; she gave the rest of her life force to me…through her hand in mine. Then she smiled and died in my arms. I failed them and now I have to pay for it. It haunts me every night in my dreams. Wanderer's last words were, 'promise me you won't cry, my love, for I'll be back for you someday." It has haunted me. I loved him so much and I was forced to watch him die, along with the rest of my friends," I felt the tears that had been pushing at the back of my eyes finally thrust through, the pain and misery of the story finally being embodied in tears that I had never shed. Rogue got up from her bed, and sat on mine, putting one arm around me and allowing me to cry into her shoulder, the fabric of her shirt getting a little bit wet with the sorrowful tears I had kept back because my love had made me promise to.

"Adalyn…" I heard the masculine voice I knew so well from the doorway. I quickly scooted away from Rogue, hiding my tearstained face from the compassion that my brother was offering.

"How long have you been there, Rems?" I asked lightly, still turned away from the doorway. Remy came into my line of vision, his eyes looking straight into mine, his hands on my face to keep me from looking away.

"Just since y' started cryin'. Remy was comin' t' see if his chére and his p'tite wanted to come see a movie wid him off campus," he told me honestly. I looked into his eyes and saw that it was the truth. In my mind I was relieved that he didn't know about my past…that he didn't know about who I was before he found me on the streets of New Orleans, trying to get away from New York only 2 weeks after my friends had died, almost a year ago now. I quickly turned my face into my usual sarcastic smirk, despite the trails the tears had left.

"I think I'll sit this one out. You two go. I need to think," They got up to leave after Rogue gave me a look saying, 'are you sure?'

"Just no hotels!" I yelled, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Remy's hand came into view through the doorway, flipping me off. I just laughed, my empathy feeling his humor.

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Whoot! First chapter ever!!! Please review. I hope I got everyone's accents right...I'm kind of bad with them.