KK: HA!!! I get first comment!!
Ilvl: DAMMIT!!!
Magneto: Nutcases...
Sphinx: Honestly, you two. Really. You two and your crazy antics.
Ilvl: If your gonna complain-
KK: At least complain about the disclaimer.
Sphinx: -sighs- Fine, fine...Kitty Kat and ilvl own nothing. Nothing at all. Except me. Well, actually, Kitty Kat owns me.
ilvl: I OWN
BEKKA!!!
Magneto: Quiet.
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Prologue: Sphinx's PoV
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So many tales, so many myths of the man many call by the name 'Magneto', the man so few call by the name 'Eric'.
I called him Eric, once upon a time, in a different life. In that life there was another, the one whom he found to take that name as her own, infusing it with her essence and never letting him forget her, even after her death.
Many have wondered what made him hate humans so, what made him so 'evil', for in this case evil could mean anyone, anyone at all.
There was a woman, once, a woman who he loved with all of his heart and soul. At the time when I first knew her, her name was Rebekka Wexler, she was fourteen, and she had wings sprouting out of her back and a tendency to set things on fire.
That was nearly half of a century ago, in a Nazi concentration camp. The section that we were confined to was known as the 'Freak dump', a place for mutants such as we were to be placed. That is where we met Eric, the place that changed our lives forever.
Because, that is where he met Xavier as well, and The Wolverine, and Rebekka, and where he taught us all how to escape and allowed us to live through those awful days and nights by keeping forever upbeat and joking, laughing and loving.
And it changed, it changed a day six years later on the streets of Manhattan in a deed which I saw performed myself, while I was hidden in the shadows and biding my time. That scene was when Rebekka was shot, the people who did it hating her for being different.
The death of Rebekka and his unborn child rocked Eric's world, changing him forever. That was what made or broke him, and it broke him and broke him well. I wish to speak, to tell you of how I saw it, what there was to be seen at least, to explain to all what really shaped Eric Lencher into the man he eventually ended, and then maybe to even say what happened afterward.
For I am Sphinx, and I am, and always will be. I am one and all, I am sickness and health, and I am Life and Death.
And I have been chosen.