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No matter how hard she tried; Fate couldn't sleep that night.
It was the same most nights actually, tossing and turning in restlessness as her dreams were plagued by future events.
Fate's mutation allowed her to see into the future. She could see everyone's future; except her own.
The dream she was having at the moment was unsurprisingly intricate. Fate wasn't unfamiliar with the fact that she couldn't understand her dream.
However, this one was different. The person she dreamt of was not a human, which were the species who normally featured in her dreams.
Instead she dreamt of a fellow mutant, a mutant that the whole world was familiar with.
His name was Erik Lensherr.
Fate concluded that her powers must have been off that night, because what she saw was virtually impossible.
The fervent passion Erik displayed in the dream, to a woman of a species that he despised, was questionable. However, deep down Fate knew it would happen.
Her dreams were never wrong. And if she was right about this one; then she anticipated that the upcoming week was going to be very interesting.
Fate climbed out of bed, stretching her adamant muscles and running her fingers through her tousled fizzy curls.
She knew of a mutant, Charles Xavier, that could help her figure out whether her dream was reliable or not.
Due to his undoubtedly powerful mutation, Charles Xavier would be the best candidate for figuring out what her dream meant.
She knew that it would be prudent to visit him soon about her problem, so this is what she decided to do.
Having a quick shower and throwing on some old clothes, Fate grabbed her keys and coat from her bedside table. Turning her head, she scanned the room to see if she had forgotten anything.
When she decided she hadn't, she walked quickly out the door, contemplating what would be the best and quickest way to get to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters as soon as possible.
So thats the prologue, I know its a bit of a slow start but I will try to pick it up within the next few chapters. Please review!