Disclaimer: I do not own X-men nor am I making any money off of this fic. The Characters belong to the wonderful people of Marvel and Stan Lee whom created these wonderful people.

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Italics= thoughts

Bold=time skips(if needed)

The winds gently blow off the rolling blades of grass and into the valley, bringing with it, the clean, crisp air of the morning. A tiny village awakes like clockwork to the sounds of tiny wind ornaments hanging by elegant hooks off their roofs, off gutters. Children come out to play in the streets, and the adults carry on with their usual day. In the village square, performers from all worlds across, some that hail from nearby lands wrought with drought, little food, and nothing but the human and musicians spirit to keep them alive. Others from some far off countries where food grows rich and performers are used as a means to keep ones boredom from getting to them.

All around shops run, The Bakery with its elegant rectangular shape, rounded windows and colorful paintings of breads, cakes, and sweets eagerly awaiting to cleanse the pallet of those that crave that first mornings sugar. The Merchants store with its rounded roofs made of shining black shingles, selling the finest of clothes at reasonable prices so that even those that were low, or down on the times...and that thing called money could afford with the right bargains. The village INN welcoming those that wish to share their days or get off their chests their woes. Oh how the list goes on.

Caravans enter and exit the small village with their goods to sell, their performers to perform and of course the nomad family looking for a place to finally settle down. A caravan soon pulled into the tiny village known as Orleans a young female figure hopping from the caravan and gracefully skipped a few steps to gain her balance as she stepped a few times and spun settling herself near a lamp post an rubbed at her legs.

"That's the problem with Caravans quick on travel but not so good on ones legs." She spoke with an accent, that was light, yet airy, almost as light, and as gentle as the very winds, or the gentleness of the waves themselves.

With a small sigh she shrugged her bag over her shoulder making sure her hood was secure over her head as she looked around and smiled a bit. Perhaps this was the place she would call home. Everywhere else she was seen as a monster, a menace. Maybe this place would welcome her with open arms. She doubted it, not many places tended to welcome a half human, half demon, and one of the sexual kind of demon at that. Her kind was deeply frowned upon. One was lucky if her kind rarely saw past their fifth birthday. She indeed was lucky.

Today marked the day of her fifteenth birthday. A sign of luck for sure. Yes this was her lucky day. Slender fingers travel down the chain on her neck until they grasped a hold of a small locket as she carefully lifted it and opened it. Inside a picture of her demon mother, a Succubus, and her human Father. Her father had been a well respected man where he lived in his village..that was until The young girl's mother, known by nickname Black Rose thorn laid eyes on her father. From their love was sprung the young girl looking at the locket.

"Mother Father, where ever you are watch over me and let me be accepted here." She prayed and placed her locket back in the ragged beige tunic she wore as she walked slowly down the street dancing to a silent tune every now and again.

She soon found her way to the INN and with a small smiled walked inside pulling her hood back from her head a, mistake on her part seeing as how the entire establishment became eerily quiet. The woman gave a small frown hearing the others talk and shrugged a bit running her slender mocha brown fingers through her shining snow white hair as sky blue eyes looked at the bar and she walked over.

"I need a room for a week and food as well, this should be enough for both." She said placing a small pouch of coins onto the counter and shifted her weight bringing one leg over the other.

"Ya know." The barkeeper started. "Not many women wander into this place like this. Meaning you either have to be single, or a traveler from the roads up North." He finished as he cleaned a glass and took the pouch over looking the coins.

"Both, I'm on the roads constantly. Just came from a small village needless to say, wasn't the place for me. This seems like a pretty peaceful village though." She said and blinked when a drink was offered.

"First drink is on the house and this is enough to give you room board and food for a coupla months." The barkeep said.

The woman blinked some and tilted her head, a small smile crossing her lips.

"Is it? Up North those coins are enough to last a week. I guess down here they're worth more." She said.

"Yep that's it. Say what's your name young miss?" He asked seeing her down the drink and whistled.

"Ah, forgive me Its Ororo." She said and looked seeing a few children going around collecting glasses and dishes.

"Even the children work? You are different from the last village.

"Actually those ones are orphans I found off the streets and took them in, told them they gotta work to earn their keep, speaking of which, 'Ey Rem get over here, gotta guest that needs to be shown to her room." The barkeep called.

What Ororo would see next would all but amaze her. A young boy, who looked to be no older than nine or ten came down in some old clothes. The boy was a marvel to look at and set a flame the primal succubus instincts inside her. Lightly tanned skin with Auburn red hair and the most unique of eyes. Ororo watched as the boy came over bowing. Ororo smiled a bit and eyed the boy.

"Don't move." She said reaching out a slender hand and lifted the boy's chin as her sky blue eyes stared into his red on black eyes.

She kept him like that for a while moving his head slowly back and fourth as if examining him. As if trying to find something in him. The something that suddenly seemed to spark her interest. She let the boy go and with the grace of a swan slowly stood and watched him walk off tilting her head to the side. She was going to like this place...and like it indeed.

A coy smile soon found its way onto her lips as she followed the boy up to her room to rest, before exploring the town.