Ch.1 Burning
The dam burst, Jean could hear the waters great roar as it flooded the ground around Alkali Lake. The water came swooping it's fury palpable from being held from it natural path to long. The jet won't start Jean thought I have to do something about it, but what? There is only one option it was the only way. Turning Jean limped off the jet. Moving slowly but determinedly towards the front of the jet she stopped. Calling upon her powers from deep within in her, she focused them upon the jet. Flipping the correct switches to get the plane started she shut the ramp and held everything tightly in place and everyone firmly inside. Connecting herself to Dr. Xavier she said, "I know what I'm doing, this is the only way, -- Good-bye."
The jet took off as Jean power spent itself and she went up in flames. Her ashes floating upon the top of the water stayed together as below them the water rolled and crashed.
For days her ashes floated upon the water slowly floating to what was left of the land. Then one day they miraculously drifted the lakes edge. The tide was slowly pulled out by the moon's magnetic pull. In the sun of the late afternoon the ashes dried. By the time the water started to rise they had started to form the shape of a human, a human woman. The tide inched its way up and over them but they stayed in perfect shape waiting for it to reside again. About midnight it had and in the moons soft glow a woman was born from her ashes.
Long red hair clung to her back, once hazel eyes were now a soft swirling red the color of flames. She still had the same body but looking at it her scars were gone, her body whole inside, not ravished by the sicknesses even mutants got. Lying beside her on the ground was a suit. A black x-men suit, but with flames lazily crawling around the flared pants legs and up the sides, the same type flames also curved around the flaring arms. Lying beside that was a pair of fire red boots and a mask in the same color. Picking herself off the pine needle strewn ground. She put on the suit finding it fit perfectly, even the mask.
From the ashes of the woman once known as Jean Gray a new woman was born. A woman so powerful and fearsome that even her enemies would tremble at her tremendous powers. And the woman who came from those ashes took on a new name, a name that could only describe her. Phoenix.
The dam burst, Jean could hear the waters great roar as it flooded the ground around Alkali Lake. The water came swooping it's fury palpable from being held from it natural path to long. The jet won't start Jean thought I have to do something about it, but what? There is only one option it was the only way. Turning Jean limped off the jet. Moving slowly but determinedly towards the front of the jet she stopped. Calling upon her powers from deep within in her, she focused them upon the jet. Flipping the correct switches to get the plane started she shut the ramp and held everything tightly in place and everyone firmly inside. Connecting herself to Dr. Xavier she said, "I know what I'm doing, this is the only way, -- Good-bye."
The jet took off as Jean power spent itself and she went up in flames. Her ashes floating upon the top of the water stayed together as below them the water rolled and crashed.
For days her ashes floated upon the water slowly floating to what was left of the land. Then one day they miraculously drifted the lakes edge. The tide was slowly pulled out by the moon's magnetic pull. In the sun of the late afternoon the ashes dried. By the time the water started to rise they had started to form the shape of a human, a human woman. The tide inched its way up and over them but they stayed in perfect shape waiting for it to reside again. About midnight it had and in the moons soft glow a woman was born from her ashes.
Long red hair clung to her back, once hazel eyes were now a soft swirling red the color of flames. She still had the same body but looking at it her scars were gone, her body whole inside, not ravished by the sicknesses even mutants got. Lying beside her on the ground was a suit. A black x-men suit, but with flames lazily crawling around the flared pants legs and up the sides, the same type flames also curved around the flaring arms. Lying beside that was a pair of fire red boots and a mask in the same color. Picking herself off the pine needle strewn ground. She put on the suit finding it fit perfectly, even the mask.
From the ashes of the woman once known as Jean Gray a new woman was born. A woman so powerful and fearsome that even her enemies would tremble at her tremendous powers. And the woman who came from those ashes took on a new name, a name that could only describe her. Phoenix.