Ok. So I usually really dislike OC-centric fics. Although I have come across a few here and there that were pretty good. I originally told myself I would never write one but this plot bunny won't leave me alone. At all.

Sigh…

So I've decided to just say fuck it and go for it. I don't know if you guys will like this story or not, and the updates may be a little slow because this fic will take a backseat to The End of One Life, but I wanted to make it all the same.

It's a crossover between Harry Potter and X-Men. But most of the important stuff will be focused on the HP characters. I'm trying not to make it a Mary-sue story. Anyways…

Unlike my other story I am not taking suggestions for this one right now. But I'll mention it if that changes.

I didn't do an introduction for this story so this is the first chapter. I plan for the chapters in this one to be longer than they are in The End of One Life so updates on this one may come about a bit slower. It just depends.

I'm also making an effort to improve my grammar. Don't know if I succeeded with that or not though.

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Regulus Black would never admit it, but he was terrified. When he had betrayed the Dark Lord by stealing the locket, it had been dumb luck that the monster never discovered his treachery. He had continued on as a death eater. He spied on the man and kept to himself. He tried not to hurt anyone on raids and managed easily enough within the chaos. He had never been called down to the dungeons to 'play' with any prisoners, and so had not had to torture anyone.

But recently, Dolohov had discovered his treachery. He had managed to get away just in time and barely a day after that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had gone after the Potters. Now the wizarding world was joyously celebrating his defeat and Regulus was sitting here in a bar among the many patrons attempting to get drunk. He was under a mild glamour that altered his appearance just enough to make him look different enough not to be recognized.

He knew without a doubt that it was simply a matter of time before he was hunted down; either by the death eaters that were left or by the Aurors. He had heard they were beginning to throw people in Azkaban without trials. If they caught him he would be locked away for the rest of his life. If the death eaters found him he would be killed.

He had a feeling it would be the Dark Lord's followers who found him in the end. As a result, his goal for the moment became to get shit-faced drunk at least one last time before he was killed. And with that thought in mind he ordered an entire bottle of fire whiskey for himself.

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The next morning Regulus awoke with a splitting headache and no memory of the night before. It was almost like getting hit with an Obliviate except that he knew for a fact it was the result of the excess amount of liquor he had been foolish enough to consume.

He groaned.

Why in the nine circles of hell had he wanted to get drunk again?

He tried to open his eyes and winced at the brightness of the room he found himself in. He waited a few moments until he could handle it more before he sat up and opened his eyes; rubbing a hand to his temples.

Looking around he was surprised to find himself in a hotel room. He recognized this as being the Leaky Cauldron but he had not rented a room here. At least he couldn't recall doing so. He also noted that he was nude and came to the conclusion that he had perhaps gotten lucky during the night. He nearly panicked when he discovered his glamour had fallen and prayed to the gods whoever his bed partner was; she had not recognized his face.

He was alone, so whatever woman he had shared company with during the night must have left already, whether she took her leave of him during the night or this morning her did not know. He hoped she had been sober enough to use contraceptive spells last night because Merlin knows he had not been.

AS he got up and began to hunt about for his wand and clothing he never noticed the thin blonde hairs that rested upon the pillow next to his.

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Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was a proud woman. She had been raised that way after all. No woman of the ancient and noble house of Black was raised without a great deal of pride. Hell, no pureblood woman was raised without a great deal of pride.

And so it was quite a blow to said pride to learn the man she was married to was not attracted to her. Their marriage was an arranged one. It existed for the sole purpose of providing an heir to the Malfoy name. Her husband did not even care for the female gender. She had wondered often why he hadn't simply chosen to take a husband then.

Of course then she learned that he already had a lover, one he was quite devoted to, who was unable to bear children. His body had been damaged and there was no guarantee he could handle the strain. On top of that, Severus was a half-blood; and Abraxus Malfoy would never allow his line to be tainted by even a drop of muggle blood.

She had been chosen for the sake of appearance and nothing more. Lucius did not care about her. In the beginning of their marriage he gave her fertility potion after fertility potion and was forced to cast lust spells on himself just so he could touch her. Even then he treated sex with her as though it was no different than a chore. He moved in her until he emptied himself and then left her there; not once making an effort to ensure her own pleasure.

Then, as soon as it was confirmed that she was pregnant with the man's child he barely looked at her. He made it quite clear at that point in time that he would never touch her again and that so long as she was discreet she could take on as many lovers as she so pleased.

Their marriage was nothing more than a farce.

This upset her greatly.

As a little girl she had always envisioned herself falling in love and marrying the man. She had believed she would have a happy marriage and perhaps even multiple children, though no more than three. She had seen Lucius Malfoy and had believed him to be very handsome. Thus she had agreed to the arranged marriage. She had not loved Lucius, but she had hoped she could, and she had hoped to make him fall for her as well.

To learn this was an impossible task had been like being slapped across the face.

Despite him telling her she could be with whomever she pleased she had not done so at first. When Draco was born she had barely spared the child a glance. He was an heir to the Malfoy name, but she could not see him as her own. In her mind he was Lucius' child. She could not bring herself to think of him as her son.

She did not raise him, and spent the first year of his life attempting to woo Lucius; believing that she could make him choose her over Severus. After all, the dour potions master was not very attractive. With his hooked nose and ghostlike pallor his appearance was average at best. His demeanor was harsh and bitter and left much to be desired. She honestly couldn't see what her husband saw in the man.

But her attempts had been for naught. She had known it, somewhere deep inside herself, that it was a pointless effort; but her pride had not allowed her to admit it. Now, with Draco just over a year old, and the Dark Lord defeated, she went out for the first time with the intention to get drunk.

She did not normally drink, and often detested those who did, but at the moment her mood was sour and so she sought to drown her troubles. She had drunk several glasses of firewhisky when she noticed the man. He sat at the end of the bar and was downing an entire bottle all on his own; not even bothering to pour it into a glass.

There was nothing special about the man, but in her liquor induced state he looked nice enough, and there was something inherently familiar about him. Perhaps it was that odd sense of familiarity, or perhaps it was the way he seemed to have the same goal for the night as she, but all the same, she chose to stand up from the stool and wander over on wobbly legs to proposition the man.

Even with the glamours she wore, she knew she was very attractive after all. She had spelled her hair to appear black and had let it down, her eyes she made dark as well, rather than the pale blue they usually were. Just that little bit made her unrecognizable, so that no one would suspect she was the wife of Malfoy.

It was quite the stroke to her ego for the man to accept without a second thought; though it may have been a result of him being as drunk as he was.

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The next morning when she awoke she felt sore. Her head ached from the alcohol and her body throbbed. The dull pain in her body was pleasant though and she knew it was connected to the smell of sex that hung in the air.

She smiled at the thought and got up to stretch. Her bones popped satisfyingly and she sighed happily. She noticed with a twinge of irritation that her glamours had fallen during the night but the soft snores coming from the bed assured her that the man she had slept with was unaware of who she was. She used a cleansing spell on herself and got dressed. She spelled her appearance again and was about to leave when curiosity got the best of her.

So she cautiously wandered back to the side of the bed and moved the blanket off of the man's head. She simply wished to know to whom she had offered herself during the night.

Horror overtook her when she recognized the face and she stumbled back from the bed in revulsion. She fled from the room and swore to herself never to go out drinking again.

For there among the sheets had lain Regulus Black.

Her own cousin.

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The shame from what she had done kept her from leaving her home for quite some time. She could remember very little from that night and only just remembered propositioning a man at the bar. But she could not recall anything beyond that no matter how much she tried.

It was nearly two months before she noticed anything was amiss. When she did begin to feel odd she called upon a healer. The man was an old friend and well trusted. He worked often with purebloods and always gave binding vows before sessions with his patients in order to ensure he could share nothing without the permission of his patient.

Shock and repulsion shook her to her core when he informed her that she was pregnant. She sat there for several minutes in silence with tears forming in her eyes, thus worrying the man, before she finally came back to herself. She told him no one could be told, and he helped her to find powerful enough spells to hide the pregnancy from all; even her husband.

The thought of aborting the child never crossed her mind. The very thought of killing an unborn child disgusted her. But she could not keep it all the same.

As the months went by she searched about until she came across a pleasant enough muggle orphanage. She had hoped the child might be born a Squib, as was common when pureblood interbred too closely. But a spell to check showed that the babe did indeed possess magic.

When he was born she felt a lump form in her throat. He was so small, smaller than Draco had been, with a head of soft black hair that puffed up in the most adorable way. It was not fair. She had never felt as though Draco was her own, and she was stuck with him. But this little boy felt like hers. He felt like her child.

And she must give him up.

The thought broke her heart but she knew it must be done. He looked nothing like Lucius and it would be obvious to any who saw that he was not her husband's son. She could not bear the shame of her adultery being discovered by the public, and more so could not bear the shame of someone discovering just who had fathered the boy.

So it was a heavy heart that she took her baby boy into her arms. She breast fed him for the first and last time and gave him a name. Then she gave him back to the healer to place in the small crib he had temporarily transfigured for her.

He cast a multitude of spells and gave her several potions in order to give her back her strength and remove any changes that had occurred to her body during the pregnancy. She could drop the spells that hid her large stomach now since there was no longer a large stomach to hide. She felt strange without the pregnant belly but she brushed it off and dressed herself.

She covered her form in a large cloak and wrapped her baby up in a warm blanket. She wrote out a note and put it into the folds of his blanket and picked him up. She was still a bit too weak to apparate and so the healer helped her to do so. She set her baby down upon the steps in front of the orphanage's huge oak doors and ran a hand through his soft hair one last time. The healer rang the doorbell; being that he was a half-blood and knew what it was.

They stepped back into the night and apparated away without waiting.

The healer held her as she cried that night.

The next day she went to Gringotts and used her dowry to make a new account and set up tuition with Hogwarts. She may have to give her baby up, but she would at least make certain he would be able to have a proper education when the time came.

After she left she went home and happened to wander by the room where the nanny was playing with Draco. She looked in and sucked in a breath at the sight. Draco had the same nose as his brother; a feature they apparently received from her. Their hair, while different colors, also fell about in a similar fashion.

It was only now she was able to notice the parts of his appearance Draco had gained from her. So she stepped into the room, surprising the nanny, and made a promise to herself as she reached down and picked her eldest boy up.

She would raise this child in the way she would never be able to raise the other.

In the way she would never be able to raise her baby.

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Marie Duplessis was a beautiful Creole woman. She had clear, dark brown skin that was nearly black, and the strangest bright silver eyes. Her hair was long and strong, without a weave, and fashioned into thick black dreads that fell all about her head and face. There were many things twisted into the locks of her hair; big wooden beads and bright feathers of every color, a silver coin, a rabbit's foot, and an old bronze key.

She wore a loose red top with golden stitching edged throughout and plain white pants. There were beads of all sorts surrounding her neck and large golden bangles on her wrists. She typically dressed this way.

She was also a witch; her specialty lying in old voodoo magicks. She was born in New Orleans's and had lived there her entire life. During her youth she had travelled a bit of the world and befriended those like her from many different places; England being one such place.

It was on a whim that she chose to visit a friend there. She had had dinner with the woman and her family and had decided to take a walk not long after. It was not very late; the sun was just going down over the horizon and she smiled up at the reds and oranges reflected across the sky. She wandered the streets, letting her feet guide her and not paying much attention to where she was headed.

It was during her stroll that she came across an old orphanage. There was a large green yard in front of it, and many children played across the lawn. She smiled sadly at them; feeling pity for the younglings. She noticed an older child, perhaps twelve or so, sitting on the steps with a baby in his lap. She gasped. Even from here she could feel the chaos of magic that danced across his skin and filled him like the blood in his veins.

She could not believe it. A magickal child, left in an orphanage of mundanes. She approached the boy and looked curiously at the baby he held. The magickal infant was perhaps a year old or so, and he was so very small. He had a head of thick black hair that was messy in an endearing sort of way and appeared to be very very soft. Silver eyes brighter than her own stared up at her. He was pale skinned, as though he did not see much sun, and was a very beautiful child.

She smiled to the young one who held him, and looked up with determination at the old wooden door.

A magickal baby had no place here.

It was with a soft smile that Marie boarded the plane to take her home that night; a small infant asleep in her arms.

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It was with weary eyes that Harry looked out upon the first years as they gathered about in nervous clumps to await the sorting hat. The encounter with the Dementor had left him tired and cold, even after eating the chocolate Professor Lupin had given him. He watched as they began to be called up one by one in an almost bored fashion.

He had managed to convince Professor McGonagall that he was fine, and so she had not dragged him off to Madame Pomfry. He was happy to be back at Hogwarts, really he was, but he couldn't seem to get those screams he had heard when the Dementor came out of his mind. Only a few students had gone up (one Gryffindor and two Ravenclaws) when the name was called.

"B-Black, Circinus." McGonagall had started at the name and much of the great hall had gone quiet. Harry paid close attention then. Sirius Black was a murderer wasn't he? But he had heard that the Blacks were an old wizarding family, and that Sirius was the last of them. So who was this? Was it just a coincidence?

But could it really be a coincidence? The year Black breaks out of prison to come after Harry is the year they get a kid named Black at their school. Could it be the murderer under polyjuice? But no, that didn't sound right either. The boy would have gotten his Hogwarts letter, so his name would have to have already been Black, and the Dementors would have gotten him if it was really the escapee. Perhaps they were related somehow?

He heard Hermione muttering furiously to them but wasn't paying attention to her. Ron was, but Harry was staring on with interest.

A boy walked up to the stool. He had messy back hair that was pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Much of it still hung loose and framed his face and fell into his eyes. It was somewhat wavy and looked almost fluffy and rather soft. There was a dark red feather woven into the end of a small braid on the right side of his face, held there by dark brown beads. He was too far to see the color of the boy's eyes, but they looked light. He was a little on the short side, but the rest of him looked slightly more developed than most first years, with little baby fat on him still. If not for his stature he might pass for being just thirteen rather than eleven. He had a boyish face with high cheek bones and an aristocratic air about it, but the way he moved was not stuck up like most purebloods. His nose was smallish and his eyes narrow. His lips were thin but pink and soft. He was lightly tanned; his skin a soft golden hue than went well with his dark hair. There was a blank, almost bored expression on his face.

Harry glanced around for a moment before bringing his attention back to the boy. He noticed that many looked surprised at the child's name and that even the Professors wore shocked expressions. Professor Lupin in particular seemed startled and was staring at the black-haired boy with wide eyes.

There was something odd about him that Harry could feel. It was as though the boy was an animal, wild and untamed. He wasn't sure what gave him the feeling, but it was there all the same. The boy walked up to the stool and sat down almost lazily, placing the hat gently on his head. It seemed as though the entire school was waiting with baited breath. It took quite some time, and nearly a minute passed before the hat made its decision. Harry couldn't explain the spike of disappointment when the hat finally called out its choice.

"SLYTHERIN!"

The boy's expression didn't change as he slowly stood up and set the hat back on the stool just as gently as he had picked it up. Harry noticed that his hands were an average size with long fingers like a pianist. Most first years would rush in excitement to their tables after being sorted, but Circinus didn't. Instead he moved calmly to his table, never rushing, simply taking his time. The Slytherins clapped politely and as he sat down McGonagall called the next name. Harry could barely see him from here and went back to ignoring the world around him. He caught Ron's mutter just before tuning everything out.

"Great. Just another slimy snake. Shoulda known."

The rest of the sorting seemed to pass by quickly, as did Dumbledore's speech. Harry ate little when the feast appeared and kept glancing across the hall at the snake table, but he couldn't see enough to find Circinus. He could still hear Hermione muttering and something about the boy being possibly connected to Sirius Black but Harry only sighed. Even if Circinus Black was in fact part of the same pureblood Black family, he was only a child. It wouldn't matter if he was connected to Sirius Black.

He was too young to really be a threat.

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Draco Malfoy watched in with great interest as Circinus Black came over to their table. He moved more like a muggleborn than a pureblood but his expression never changed. It was very strange. Out of curiosity he moved over a bit to make room for the little first year when he came to their table. The boy said nothing but dipped his head in thanks as he sat down. He was graceful at least.

Draco had to stop himself from staring when he caught sight of the child's eyes through his bangs. They looked like mercury, but brighter; almost like someone had melted silver and replace his pupils with it. They shone with hidden depths and Draco was surprised to note they were very expressive. While his face revealed nothing his eyes showed his emotions easily to those who knew how to look. The boy was happy, and a little excited. He was calm, rather than the nervousness one usually associated with first years and he watched almost eagerly as the rest were sorted. His eyes showed something almost like wonder but not quite as strong when Dumbledore spoke and pleasure when the table filled with food.

It was as the boy began to slowly fill his plate that Draco decided to introduce himself.

"Draco Malfoy." He held out a hand to the boy. The young one paused and grasped his hand. Draco noted with surprise that his hands were somewhat calloused as though the child was used to hard work. It was a change from the soft hands one found on most young purebloods.

"Circinus Black." The boy spoke at a lower volume than most though not so much as to seem quiet, his voice was soft and didn't waver and though it was light now, Draco believed it would be a much deeper tone when he grew older. He was somewhat startled to realize the boy's accent was American with a very slight Cajun lilt. He had never met an American wizard before and wondered what in Merlin's name one was doing at Hogwarts. Didn't America have magical schools? But his last name was Black, so maybe that had something to do with it.

The boy went back to filling his plate and Draco noted that while most first years often avoided vegetables his plate had plenty. "Are you related to the pureblood Black family?" He asked him, deciding on going straight to what was on everyone's minds. It was a Gryffindorish thing to do but he felt the boy may appreciate bluntness more. Circinus glanced at him and shrugged, though Draco noted the flash of recognition and knowledge in his eyes. He nodded as the child began to eat and turned to his own food, though he kept an eye on the boy.

His eyes had told the truth of the matter. He was indeed a Black but it was not something he was willing to discuss. Draco would not press the matter; it would not be very Slytherin to do so after all. But he hoped to get to know the quiet child all the same and perhaps eventually earn enough of his trust to be privy to the information.

He felt a strange draw to be close to the boy. To protect him. He frowned as he ate. It was very strange.

Very strange indeed.

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Aside from Circinus, there were only five other first years in Slytherin; three of which were girls. As a result, he had only one room mate; a little blond boy smaller than he was with sea foam green eyes and freckles. He was very shy and the black haired boy could not recall his surname. But he was from a small Scottish pureblood family and had an accent that only grew worse when he was excited or stressed. His first name was Donavon. He said it meant dark warrior and didn't suit him at all.

Circinus was inclined to agree.

It was not until they were alone in their room that the small Donavon spoke at all. But he seemed to gain confidence the more he spoke and before long was well attached to Circinus. The young Black did not speak much but was direct and a bit blunt when he did. He didn't judge people and seemed happy to just listen. Even though his expression didn't change very much Donavon could tell he was a good person. He could feel it. He was surprised by the boy's accent, or perhaps lack thereof, at first but chose not to ask about it.

He had also been mildly surprised at the sight of a big black cat sitting on Circinus' bed. It was a long thing with big paws and short fur and easily more the size of a dog than a cat. It looked up at Donavon with intelligent yellow eyes before flopping back down. He was certain there was at least some Kneazle in it. Circinus had called her 'Middy'.

They were both glad they didn't have to share a room with a bunch of other boys. They both liked their head of house as well.

The dour potions master was more open around his snakes and had come in to speak with the new additions to his house before they were led to their dorms. He had expressed to them to stay close to one another and that snakes looked after their own. He had looked curiously at Circinus but had not asked him questions. That had gotten a very small smile out of the impassive boy that had somewhat surprised his fellow students who had yet to see him express anything. Many of the upper years had waited in the Slytherin common room out of curiosity about the boy but he and Donavon had merely gone straight up to their room.

Both were very happy with having made a friend on the very first night, even if one didn't openly convey this.

Still, it was with smiles on their faces that both boys slipped into bed that night and closed their eyes; dreaming of what tomorrow would bring.

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Marie smiled as she looked up at the stars, hidden just a bit behind the clouds. She had worried about her boy when the letter came. It had surprised them. But she had left the decision to him and he had decided to go. She lightly touched a dark red feather that hung in her dreads among the others and sighed happily at the warm feeling it gave her.

Her boy would be just fine.

He was strong after all. She had raised him well, and never hidden anything from him; not even his name. He had not taken hers when she adopted him, and she knew very well that the Blacks were an old and noble pureblood family. At first she had suspected that perhaps one of his parents had not been a pureblood, but a simple test had shown that they were.

After that she had used an old genealogy spell on him.

She had not told him of it until he received the letter to Hogwarts. But the results had astonished her; and now she understood why he had been given up. In older generations, it was common to arrange marriages between cousins. But in the last fifty years or so it had been outlawed. The closest relation one could be to a marriage candidate was second cousins, and incest between anyone more closely related, be they married or not, was illegal.

The boy's parents could be arrested if they were found out.

He had not looked too terribly taken aback by the knowledge that he was a product of incest. But then the boy kept most of his emotions off his face and it had always been difficult for her to read him.

She whispered her luck to the boy on the wind.

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Narcissa Malfoy nee Black looked out of her bedroom window quietly that night. It had been eleven years since that terrible night and throughout all that time she had felt a hole deep inside of her soul. She missed her child, and she knew all too well that he would be the proper age this year. If he accepted the letter, this would be his first year at Hogwarts.

She wondered what he looked like now, how big he had gotten, and what color his eyes were. He hadn't opened them yet when she left him and so she had not seen them. She wondered where he lived, if someone had adopted him or if he was still waiting for a family in that old orphanage. Many times over the years she had been tempted to search for him, if only to see how he was. But she had never done it.

The worst had been one Christmas when Draco was seven. When she had asked him what he wanted as a present he had told her he wanted a little brother. The poor child had been so confused when she burst into tears. But how could she possibly explain it to him?

So much had changed over the years. The most shocking changes had come when Draco was four or so. Her husband had gone out drinking. She had been shocked when he flooed home with a man.

It had not been Severus.

She had stared as they snogged like animals and the brown haired man whose name she had never known had been dragged into his room; the door slamming shut behind them. Severus had come over the next morning acting as though nothing was amiss. She had looked at him with tears in her eyes, long having moved past her jealously, and told him he shouldn't when he went to enter Lucius' room. He had given her a confused look but had gone in anyways.

Only a moment later he had come out and closed the door silently behind him. He had leaned against it then and looked up at her. She would never forget the look on his face then. He had appeared completely and utterly shattered. It was as though everything he knew had been completely destroyed. She had grasped his hand and led him up to her own chambers and held him there as he sobbed into her robes.

She had never seen the man break down before then, and never again since. But he had clutched at her and allowed his tears to run freely, asking 'why' over and over in the most heart-breaking voice. She had sat next to him at the table the next day once he had calmed. She watched helplessly as he locked every bit of himself up behind a mask of stone and told her husband in a very professional voice that he was through with him.

He had left after that, not listening to a word Lucius had to say on the matter and while she occasionally met with him for tea or coffee he never returned to Malfoy Manor. They spoke about nearly everything, and while she never had, she had come close to telling him about Circinus.

She wondered what house he would be in and what he was like. Would he make a lot of friends? Would he need help in his studies? Would he get along with his brother?

What was he like? Had he turned out well without her?

Had she made a mistake by hiding the truth?

She let out a shaky breath and wiped the tears that streamed down her face away. It was far too late to think about the past now. It had already happened and there was no changing it. It would do no one any good to reveal the truth after all of these years. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.

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Ok. So here we are. Thus far there are only three OCs and I plan to keep it that way. I may add one or two more but only if I can't help it.

I named my main OC what I did because all of the members of the Black family are named after constellations. Circinus is pronounced SUR-sin-us and means compass. This fits in well with what I have in mind for him during the beginning of the story. His middle name is Ophiuchus, which is pronounced OFF-ee-YOO-kus and means serpent bearer.

Donovan exists just because I wanted Circinus to have at least one friend his own age and was actually not planned at all. He came into existence as I was typing this. Marie was a planned character and acts mostly as the catalyst to connect Circinus to New Orleans and eventually to mutants.

Let me know what you think of this. I promise I am not abandoning The End of One Life and will update it soon.

I'm not telling you where this story is going yet but I hope you'll keep reading anyways.

Review and tell me what you think!