Wanda & Kurt
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Prologue
Once upon a time, there was an island called Genosha.
It was an island of great beauty and home to people possessing great gifts of intelligence, skills and compassion. And it was also home to another race of mankind known as the witchbreed. The witchbreed were not like that of common people, homo sapiens. Rather, they possessed gifts beyond that of comprehension. Because of their gifts, the witchbreed were often met with fear, hostility and prejudice by their less evolved kin and thus they were outcasts in much of the civilized world.
But on Genosha, there was only peace to be found between the two people, for the island was ruled by King Nicholas Fury, who, despite not being witchbreed, was a fair-minded man of wisdom and justice and was respected by all who knew him. And thus many witchbreed sought the island as a place of refuge where they might live out their lives in safety and peace.
But alas, little good lasts forever! Where there was peace and harmony found among the witchbreed and common humans, the reverse was found among the witchbreed themselves.
Two households, the Wagners and the Lensherrs, both alike in dignity and power in fair Genosha where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Generations of the two families fought with both words, sword and witchbreed power, with no hope of peace in sight and the cause of the feud was long forgotten but hatred still in their hearts.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, beloved Kurt Wagner and cherished Wanda Lensherr, a pair of star-crossed lovers who decide to forgo hatred in their life, whose destinies seemed marked by Death himself, bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked life and the continuance of their parents' rage, which but their children's death could remove, is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.
The which, if you with patient eyes read and those who listen with patient ears attend, what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
