VERY IMPORTANT:

Charles is not dead, nor paralyzed. Rogue still has her power.

SUMMARY:

Lydia Rena (Ri-nay) Clark is a mutant not from any background like the others. She grew up in a stable home-safe and protected from any harms by her single mother who works for the government. She has no idea what her power is-though it's always been there-and her mother sends her away after finding about top secret government plans. Another war is in store for a new generation of mutants, but will they be ready to save the world?

Lydia


Stood there in a private school attire next to Charles Xavier was a girl with curly chocolate brown hair and blue eyes. The sun reflected off of her fair skin and around her, creating a shadow on the floor. She clutched a small bag filled with her necessities. Charles looked at the girl and offered her a smile, one she was too shy to return.

"Hello, dear, I'm Charles Xavier." Charles said, walking around her, "And you are?"

"Lydia." the girl's voice was hoarse so she cleared her throat, "Ly-Lydia. Lydia Rena Clark."

"And you're a mutant?" he asked, already in her mind looking for any clues.

There weren't any.

"Y-yes. My mom says I am, at least. I-I was given the trait by my father. I don't know who he is." she mumbled.

"Well, here, you have a new family. Why don't we get you settled in?" he questioned.

"O-Okay." she said, staring at the bag in her hand.

"Follow-"

Charles was cut off as Logan, better known as Wolverine, walked towards them and cleared his throat.

"Professor," Logan said, "One of the new students got stuck in the toilet."

"Oh, I'll handle it. Show Lydia to a room, if you wouldn't mind." Charles said, walking away.

Logan cleared his throat.

"Follow me." he said, leading the way up the stairs.

After a minute, he came to a room and opened the door. She walked in and looked around then placed her bag on the bed.

"Thank you." she mumbled.

"No problem. What's your name, kid?" he asked.

"Lydia? Mr. Xavier told you when he asked you to show me around." she spoke quietly.

"I must have not heard him, I'm sorry." he said, looking around her room. "If you need anything just come find me. I'm Logan, but you can also call me Wolverine. Everyone around here's sort of nicknamed after whatever their ability is, so what's yours?"

"I don't know." she mumbled.

Awkwardly, Logan left. Lydia locked her door, shut the curtain, and took off her black dress shoes along with her white knee high socks, her navy and black plaid tie, her white button up and her navy and black plaid skirt that stopped mid-thigh. Standing there half naked, two sets of dog-tags hung from her neck. She got dressed in an over sized black shirt and white leggings with black ankle socks. She tied her hair up in a ponytail and walked out of the room. She walked down the halls, past running kids, and into a huge room. In it, she saw Logan and Charles along with two other people she'd never seen. One was a woman with short white hair whereas the other was a young girl with blonde hair.

The blonde haired girls green eyes landed on Lydia and she smiled. Logan followed her gaze and gave a nod.

"Lydia, what are you doing here?" he asked, curiously.

"I, uh, I-" every eye was on her, now, "I was just looking around and I, uh,"

She'd been backing away and had now knocked over a table. The blonde girl giggled.

"Lydia, calm down." Charles said, gently.

"I could really use a protector." Lydia mumbled.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked her.

At that moment, a boy with brown hair and blue eyes came walking in. He was rather pale, not too much but still pale, and wore black. He said, nothing, just looked at Lydia, then looked away.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Lydia said, shakily.

"You're name is Lydia?" the blonde asked.

"Yeah." Lydia answered, sheepishly.

"I'm Presley." the girl said, smiling.

"We were just announcing a new elite team and asked Presley to be apart of it. It's sort of a secret thing, would you mind-" the white haired lady was cut off.

"No, Storm, let her stay." Charles said. "She might be asked to join it, who knows what she's capable of."

Storm nodded and turned her attention back to the girl. Few words were exchanged. The whole gist of the situation was that Charles asked Presley if she felt that she was really ready. Once Presley agreed, he said "very well, we will start with your more elite classes as soon as possible". And blah, blah, blah. Not really paying attention, Lydia left. Once she was halfway back to her room, she turned around and saw the same boy from the room following her.

"Who-who are you?" she asked, staring at him.

"Who do you want me to be called, M'lady." he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"What do you mean?"

"You created me as a protector, M'lady."

"Logan!" Lydia screamed, staring at the boy in front of her in bewilderment.

After a moment or two, Lydia heard Logan coming up the stairs. He stopped in front of her and grabbed her shoulders, leaning eye-level with her.

"What's wrong, are you hurt?" he asked, concerned.

"Y-you don't see him?" she asked, tears in her eyes, terrified.

"See who, Lydia?" he asked, searching in her tear filled eyes for answers.

"Wh-"

"You have to make me visible to him, M'lady." the boy said, his elfin features looking slightly concerned.

"H-how?" she asked.

"Relax." the boy answered.

"Who are you talkin-"

Logan was cut off as the elf boy beside him slowly turned visible to him. Grinning, he turned to Lydia.

"Well done, M'lady." the boy said, able to sense when someone can see him.

"He can see you now?" she asked.

"Yes, can't you feel it?"

She did. It was like a small sensation in her stomach. It was like being open to someone, the feeling you get when you tell someone a secret.

"Yes."

"Who are you?" Logan asked, claws coming out.

Lydia gasped.

"She hasn't named me yet." he said, eyeing the claws, then resting his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"I, uh, I name you Elliot." Lydia said, shakily.

He knelt before her.

"You created me at a time when you needed a protector, therefore my destiny is already decided. Usually, though, you create and assign afterwards. You have the choice of protectors, warriors and just regular servants." Elliot said, standing behind her.

"She created you? Out of thin air?" Logan asked.

"Yes. It's her ability." he responded.

"And your her, what, servant?"

"Pretty much."

Logan grinned.

"Way to go, Princess."

~X~X~X~

Elliot stood by Lydia as Charles studied him. Beside Lydia was Presley, in front of her was Logan and by him was Storm. Charles looked at her.

"He's basically a part of you, isn't he?" he asked.

"I am." Elliot answered for her.

"I wonder if you two could try mind communication."

M'lady, Elliot's voice rang in Lydia's head. Being that Charles was in her head, he grinned.

"Excellent." Charles smiled, "Lydia, how would you like to be a part of the elite team?"

"Do you think she's ready for it?" Logan asked.

"Honestly, the only part I do in my ability is make things and summon them and dismiss them. The better question is if Elliot's ready." she mumbled.

"You mumble a lot." Presley offered her a smile. Lydia returned it.

"I was created to be ready for anything." he assured her.

"Then I think she's ready." Charles declared, walking off.

"So, who's all a part of the team?"

"Until we get new recruits in your age group, the two of you, Billy, Rogue, Kitty and myself." Logan answered.

"Billy? Rogue? Kitty?" Lydia asked, confused.

"You'll meet them soon. Now, lets get some food, shall we?"


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