I wrote these letters for a school assignment a couple of years ago, then I read over it while clearing out my many, many files and realized that with a little tweaking, this could sort of relate to X-Men Evo. So, what the heck, let's put it on fanfic! Enjoy, and sorry if this makes no sense, I think I was 13 and high on sugar.

Dearest Mr. Xavier,

I am very thankful that you have allowed me to stay in your home. It has been very stressful for me recently, with the flying away from that dreadful cage and immediately being set on fire. It was very kind of you to take me in.

I understand that this must be most confusing, as I am a cockatoo and should by all means be completely unable to write a letter of any sort. I don't quite understand it myself. I do believe it has something to do with mutations, though I do not know of the technicalities.

I am sure that you are wondering why I flew away from my cage in the first place. The reason is quite simple, really. You see, I have a rather unpleasant fear of small, enclosed spaces. I believe it is called 'claustrophobia' to you humans, and the cage that the Alders family kept me in was as small and enclosed as cages can be bought in any store. So when, one day, I was playing with the latch on the door to my undersized cage and it swung open, I of course left.

And, oh my, was it ever so lovely to stretch my wings again. I went much farther then I should have, until I couldn't feel the tips of my wings any longer. After this occurred point I decided that perhaps it would be best for me to rest for a little while, as it wouldn't do to fall right out of the sky, and I alighted on a large, flat roof on a building of some sort.

I was marvelling at the freedom of being free, and would have been quite content to never see another human being as long as I lived simply because they had kept such a magnificent experience from me my entire life.

And then the whole building I was resting on was suddenly on fire.

Now, if I'd been paying attention I would have sooner realized that the building had a rather strong smell of gasoline, even though my own sense of smell is very poor. Perhaps it was poor luck, or perhaps karma, or perhaps it was fate that caused me to land on that particular roof, but no matter what led me to that moment, I was on fire quite literally.

I immediately tried to fly from the inferno, but with a combination of newly-charred wings and exhaustion from my long excursion, I only made it several meters away from the roof before I plummeted all the way down to the hard, cruel concrete.

I am unsure of the events that came to pass in that time after the fall. Though I am almost positive that at one point I heard a strange hysterical laugh that was terribly loud for a moment before fading away quickly, then some unpleasantly shrill sirens, then much yelling and arguing between many humans.

It was quite painful then, and I felt quite certain that every bone in my body had been fractured. I thought I was dieing, and I suppose I was, and would have if I hadn't been found when I had.

When I felt human hands picking me up, I tried to protest, but the 'No, let go' somehow managed to come out as a garbled 'orrrr orr o'. And then everything was dark for some time. I remember little snippets of what happened after that, a car ride, a girl and a man talking for a little while, then being lifted up and taken into a warm place.

The next thing I remember is waking up in a cage, and though this was a very large cage, it was still a cage none the less. My wings had been all bound up in bandages. No one would inform me of neither what had happened nor how I had gotten to that place, even though each day people in blue uniforms came into my cage to nourish and hydrate me.

I only learned that I was at a veterinary office when a man not in a blue uniform came in and took me out of the cage. He kept calling me 'Ororo', which I suppose is my name now, despite the strangeness of it. My old name was Stormy, which I was none to fond of.

He took me to an automotive vehicle, and after we traversed over many roads, he explained to me what had happened, or rather he thought out loud, believing I was unable to understand his words. Apparently, in my fall, I had broken most bones in my body and many of my feathers had been burnt off. I would have to be patient and wait for my moulting cycle to replace those that had been lost. He could not take care of me himself until I was healed, so he was bringing me to live with his good friend, Chuck. This 'Chuck' owned a school, and this school was filled with many human children that would help to care for me.

And this is how I came to be here, free to roam around the school as I please, though I much prefer to ride on the shoulders of students as walking becomes quite tiresome. Again, Mr. Xavier, I thank you for letting me stay here, as I doubt that I would have been happier anywhere else. Perhaps I shall stay even after my wings have healed.

-Sincerely, (and as of last week) Ororo.

Sooooo… In case you didn't realize, that was Storm. I realize that Storm is not usually a cockatoo, but, what the heck, I'm exercising my creative license to make changes to fanfics. This was a assignment of letters from different people to the same person explaining an occurrence from different points of view. My occurrence is, of course, the fire. I'll be showing it from Rogue's, Logan's, and the person who caused the fire, in that order. Your guess on who that person is :D

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