Prologue

Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. You all may know her as the cheery Fireside girl with the crush on the oblivious teen named Phineas Flynn. But she has held a secret even she doesn't even know. A secret she has kept ever since birth…

Vivian Garcia-Shapiro, the mother of Isabella, now cradles a sleeping baby in her arms while a storm rages outside. She puts the young Isabella in her bed and was about to head to hers when she hears knocking at the door. Confused, she walks to it and opens the door to find a sopping man in a trench coat and a fedora, carrying a briefcase. "May I help you?"

"Are you Vivian Stella Garcia-Shapiro? Mother of one Isabella Verena Garcia-Shapiro?" the man asks.

"Yes?"

"May I come in?"

She's still suspicious, but Vivian moves to the side, letting the dripping man walk into the dry home. He takes his hat off, revealing a head of blackness, and his coat to hang on the rack. The man sits down on one of the chairs and motions for Vivian to sit. When she does, the man says, "My name is Ryan Shellston. I work for an organization for gifted people."

"Like a school?" Vivian asks.

"You could say that. And yes, I am here about your daughter."

"How'd you know-"

"You were going to ask that? Before I answer, we should start at the beginning, Vivian." Ryan opens his pack on the ground and takes out some papers and continues, "Are you familiar with mutants?"

The question catches the mother off-guard. "Huh. Well, people tell in stories that they are people with powers that no one can comprehend."

"Mm hmm. Do you believe they're real?"

She chuckles, saying, "Of course they're not real. There's no way a person can have a mutant power. If it was, we would've heard about it on TV."

"Apparently, you don't watch the news often."

"What do you mean by that?"

Ryan doesn't move his mouth, but words enter Vivian's mind, clear as day. "Why don't I show you?"

The woman looks at Ryan with a curious but suspicious look, when everything, lamps and cups and baby toys, starts floating into the air. Vivian stares at the objects in awe and shock. She touches one cup that floats closer, and it moves away, like they're in space. "What exactly is happening?"

"It's called Telekinesis. The ability to control stuff with your mind."

"And what about…the talking in my head?"

"That power is Telepathy, where you can read people's mind and talk too."

She stares at the man, disbelief, shock, and fright written all over her face.

"I know, that is a lot to soak in, but we must continue, Vivian."

"Continue about what?"

"Let me continue, please. Over the years the human race of been developing unworldly powers and people are now calling them mutants. Some people see that as cool to have a friend who's a mutant, but most fear them, afraid that they'll strike. For as long as I can remember, there has been a three-way war between humans, mutants, and mutants."

"What do you mean by that?"

An organization was made to fight the humans until the mutants are dominant, but there's also another group that fights with the humans and declare free rights to mutants and humans. And I'm afraid to say that your child is in the middle of it."

"What? How is it that my little girl is in the middle of a war?" Vivian asks, going defensive mother mode.

"Now, I don't mean to frighten you. She is safe where she is now. But that won't last forever. You see, Isabella is a one of a kind child among humans and even mutants."

"How is she more special than a mutant?"

"Well, she is a mutant, Vivian, and-"

"What! Isabella is not a mutant!" shouts Vivian.

"Vivian, I mean you no disrespect, but it's true. It's as clear as day. Didn't you notice how she is heavier than the average baby despite her size?"

"Uh, well…she…um," she stutters, not finding a reasonable answer.

"Mm hmm. Can't find the answer."

"But, there's no way my Isabella is a mutant."

"Well, maybe these will change your mind." the mutant says, handing her the paper. She takes it and inspects the notes. The papers are records of when Isabella was born. Her birthday, her weight, her parents.

"I asked the doctors if I can have the copies of your daughter's record. If you take a look on page three,"

Vivian does and finds a picture of Isabella's skeleton, and another picture of a baby's skeleton.

"As you can see, the differences are clear."

Vivian turns to the next page and finds two brain scans: One her daughter's, the other an average baby.

"And her mind is beyond any other."

Vivian shudders at the discovery. She sets the papers down and puts her head in her hands and whispers, "This cannot be happening."

"I assure you, it is. In all my years, I have not seen anyone as powerful as her. In the wrong hands, she could very well bring doomsday to this world. But I can help you protect Isabella." says Ryan.

"How?"

"I can put up mental barriers that will hide your daughter's mutant aura, but only at a certain age, which is when her powers surface. When the barrier collapses, I'll come back and bring her to my school and train her to use her powers. The rest will be her choice."

Vivian's hands slide down and her eyes stare at the carpet floor. "When can you do this?"

"Right now, if you want." the mutant says.

"Please."

Ryan sets all the floating objects down and closes his eyes. The storm outside still flashes, but no sound is heard and everything seems to sharpen. A low hum emits from the walls for a while, then everything ends. The storm roars again, almost making Vivian deaf, and the mutant opens his eyes. "There. You're daughter is safe, for now. Why the time comes, I'll be back."

He grabs the papers and puts them back in his briefcase, then walks to the door. The mutant puts on his still damp trench coat and hat then grasps the handle. "And whatever you do, don't let a mutant enter this house." Ryan warns before entering the storm.

…Thus the beginning of an adventure of loss, hatred, deceiving, and the trail of the heart.