"I've been called many things in my life; Mutant, Villain, Filth, God, Evil and many more. Hero is not one of them. I was born to Erik Eisenhardt a.k.a Magneto. He started off a friend of Charles Xavier, then moved on amd became a villain of the X-men, then became one of their members. He's my dad, I hate him.

My mother, on the other hand, I love. She took me in, loved me, cared for me and never left my side, that is of course, until she was killed by Ymir, the frost giant. She was buried in Asgard and I was cast out, accused of being in league with the giant. Moved to outer reaches of Midgard or Earth, as its inhabitants call it."

1982
Midgard
Maastricht, Holland

"*Max, would you like the good news, or the bad news." Said the doctor.

This doctor didn't know much about his patients, just that they'd rushed in with a pregnant woman who's water had just broken. He didn't know that Max Eisenhardt was a mutant, he didn't even know that there was such a thing as mutants and he certainly didn't know the pregnant woman was Magdalene of Asgard.

"The bad news first doctor, leave the best till last, eh." Max said, knowing that the bad news would only be that there was a genetic anomaly and a slight amount of radiation.

"Your child has a genetic anomaly and a minor amount of radiation, neither will hinder learning or growing or health."

Reported the doctor. Max tried to look surprised but happy.

"And the good?" Asked Max.

"Is that you're child is girl." Confirmed the doctor.

Max looked proud as the doctor handed him his baby daughter. Max gave her a small squeeze before handing her over to Magdalene. He saw that the woman shared brilliant blue eyes when the baby first saw. He hoped that wasn't the only thing they would share. Magdalene had flowing, blonde hair, a fit, lithe body and was tall and always had a gleam in her eyes.

"Do you have a name for her?" The doctor asked.

Max and Magdalene looked at each other and Max gave her a small nod, letting her know that he was good with the name.

"Her name is Mary, Mary Eisenhardt." Said Magdalene confidently.

Mary. Mary was Max's pride and joy. His greatest possession. His best trophy biggest accomplishment. For about 5 years...

*Speech translated from German

1987
Midgard
Transia, Foothills of Wundagore Mountain

"They are from now under my protection." Commanded the mysterious man.

Wanda looked up and saw a man flying down, in red and purple with a helmet and cape.

"It is okay child," he comforted, "they shall not hurt you anymore." He then flew over and commended Pietro on his courage.

"I shall take you to your new home now, children." He said, "do you have parents or family I should tell about your removal from this area."

Pietro shook his head violently. "None that would want to know." He spat.

And so Magneto flew them off to his home in Germany, where he kept other mutants such as Freddie Dukes, and a boy named Toad safe.

1988
Midgard
Munich, Germany

"Dad hasn't visited and told us its safe to return." Whimpered the little girl.

She'd grown up to be a spitting image of her mother, Magdalene. She had brilliant blue eyes and long luscious hair and she was in good shape. She was six years old and daughter of one of the most powerful mutants and one Asgard's best warriors.

"Don't worry, he said it would take time," Replied Magdalene in a soothing clam voice, "here I'll sing a song."

So she sung. She had a voice that, if metals had a sound, was like liquid gold. Mary fell asleep quickly. Her mother sat back, content.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Magdalene answered it. In stepped Max Eisenhardt. Wet, tired and bedraggled.

"Is it time Max?" Asked Magdalene hopefully. "Is it time for Mary to move back with you?"

This was what she wanted, Mary to have a strong bond with her father. But it was not to be.

"You will leave." He ordered.

"Wh...what?" Magdalene stuttered.

"I have others to care for, I do not have time for a six year old."

"Not even your six year old." Magdalene said, her voice raising. Mary began to wake as the conversation heated up.

"I you may leave to Asgard."

"And what, take away this child from her normal life, raise her Asgardian when she's really just a mortal."

"I don't care anymore, I have older, more successful children."

"And that excuses you from being a goo..." Mary trailed off as Magneto slapped her across the face. She gasped as he spoke, "DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT BEING A GOOD PARENT." He screamed.

Mary was now crying and holding to bed as Max Eisenhardt left the house. Magdalene sat down on the floor and began to weep. Mary stumbled over, still crying, and sat down beside her mom.

They stayed there for most of the night until Magdalene got up shakily. "Heimdall, hear me. Tis Magdalene of Asgard, bring me home." Magdalene picked up Mary and walked her outside to the town square."We're going to a nice place now, Mary." Comforted her mother as the bright light from the Bi-Frost encompassed them.

To Mary, the light was soothing and warm. She'd expected rainbows to feel as such. She then felt a tugging sensation and was soon soaring through the air, upwards and onwards, towards the Realm Eternal. The sensation stopped and she found herself on a rainbow bridge. She turned around and saw a glowing, bright, golden light.

To be continued.