Chapter One

"Not Alone"

Once upon a time there was a magical prince who lived in a castle. That's what I use to believe I was that I was given this ability because I did not belong to this world but a magical kingdom. I soon came to realize through my mothers thoughts I wasn't a prince or even just a normal child. I was what I like to call a mutant all the dictionary would state it as an individual, organism, or new genetic character arising or resulting from mutation. My brain was definitely mutated but after awhile I started to see it as a good thing. My powers of telepathy and being able to control and influence minds was the next evolutionary step.

At the age of eight my mother told me she going to her friends house. I knew that she lying but I could not be angry at her or hold resentment towards her. When she walked out that that door she looked so relieved and free. In a little way she did love me. My mother would try to smile at me although my abilities terrified her and she did leave me a lot of money, food, and basics to take care of myself. Every Friday a whole crew would come over to check the house and fix whatever needed to be fixed. When my ninth birthday came I gave up all hope of my mother ever coming back home or even just visiting.

Just two months after my birthday I heard some noise in the kitchen. If it was a burglar I could influence him or her to leave and never come back here. As I got to the kitchen I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me it was my mother with her golden blonde hair, red dress, and her favorite pearls.

"Mother what are you- I thought you were a burglar." I spoke putting down the bat I had just incase.

I started to feel something was wrong when my mother said "I didn't mean to scare you darling I was just getting a snack."

She never talked to me before so calm. When whoever it was offered me hot chocolate I knew this wasn't my mother.

"Who are you and what have you done with my mother?" I asked in anger."

The words seem to stun the person their expression became like a deer caught in headlight. I started to speak in the person's mind.

"My mother has never set foot in this kitchen in her life and she certainly would have not made me hot chocolate"

She put her hands down from her head and started to change right before my eyes to this little blue skinned red head girl. A lot of people would have run scared but I was so fascinated and happy by it I could not help but smile I was not alone.

"You're not scared of me?" She asked nervously.

"I always believed I couldn't be the only one in the world. The only person who was different and here you are," I replied happily. I extended my hand for a handshake a told her my name. "Charles Xavier"

She took my hand and simply replied "Raven"

AN: Tell me what you think, Comment and review. I love criticism it could really help with my writing. I will stay a bit close to the original story but I will be putting my own twist on things.