Authors note: I do not own any of the marvel characters. Nor do I follow the comics strictly. I am strictly using them for vague references and character sketches, along with the show X-men Evolution for background history. So don't expect everything to be cannon in this story. However, I do hope you enjoy it. -Imajinator.
One thing was certain – all that had occurred was not entirely Destiny's fault. Nor did she ever fully understand the true horror that her dreams had witnessed. She was able to sense the vague foreboding appear on the horizon of probabilities for decades, yet had always dismissed them as too small a probability to ever occur. Yet there the shadow remained, waiting and growing in strength as the world's events gave it shape and form. What was once dismissed with indifference was now suddenly recognized in fear. But already it was much too late.
Destiny tossed and turned in her bed, moaning in anguish as the dreams came to her. It was never a gentle experience, and each vision left her to crumble and fall in pain, wishing for a release yet knowing there was none. Many considered her power to be an astonishing gift, yet she saw it for what it was: a raping monster that took its pleasure from her mind whenever it pleased only to leave her haunted with the memories of the union. She always cried after.
Suddenly, her eyes shot open as the visions left her. Trembling with pain, she slowly got out of bed and made her way to her desk. Opening a brown leather clad diary, she began to write down what she saw and silently prayed that the probabilities could be altered somehow. Blurry eyes could only hope the tears did not stain the ink.
For a moment, she wondered if she could ever leave this prison she had agreed to stay in and realized that she would. Soon. If only I had the time to warn the world. If only...
Soft footsteps alerted the aged oracle of her visitor. "I had expected you at least ten minutes later. Do the probabilities still need to be re-aligned?"
Her visitor, a woman of shapely stature stood still, silhouetted amongst the shape. Menace and power emanated from her like the warmth from the sun.
"You know what I have come for then" a hint of amusement slithered across her tone. Here was a cat that truly enjoyed the capture of her mouse.
"I do," replied Destiny, wiping her eyes and closing her diary. Drawing her silken nightgown to her shriveled body, she stood up and faced her visitor.
"Your work was in vain, crone. You cannot hope to conspire against powers far greater than you can imagine."
"No, no I cannot" Destiny conceded. "But there will be others who will be able to throw off these shackles you put around the necks of humanity"
"You speak of Xavier and his band of merry children?"
"You know of whom I speak of." replied Destiny tersely.
The woman laughed behind the shadows. "You amuse me" she replied. With a gesture, the diary floated towards her hand and read it for a few moments. "And now your story has come to an end."
"Au contraire, child, my story has just begun!" Destiny screamed, as she threw herself at her visitor.
The shrine that had been built for her upon the mountaintops of the Himalayas burst into flame. Incinerated within seconds by a single thought of power.
The dying body of an old mutant watched as her assailant flew away into the starry night. A smile settled over her charred face.
I have played my part and finally I shall know peace. Let Xavier's children face the wrath of the Gods…let them have enough power to challenge them…