A few things before we begin, I would just like to say you should read Bad Body Double Trouble first if you want to get the full experience. It's a sort of prequel to this fic.

Warning:

There will be references to attempted sexual assault in this chapter. If you are familiar with Ororo's vow to not kill and the cause behind it then you know what I'm talking about.

If there was one thing that Ororo had learned in relatively short life it was to always trust her instincts. When something wasn't right, do not doubt and do no second guess. While in Cairo, second-guessing tended to get the children she used to live with killed. Ororo refused to become just another found body. Be quick, agile, and most importantly be smart. Her first teacher, Achmed, made sure to drill those things into her head before she left him. Ever since she could remember she felt herself being pulled towards something. Something that she felt was much greater than what she was doing. When she turned the age of 13 that pull became too strong for her ignore. She needed to go south, that was all that she knew. South was where she would find answers.

The journey was dangerous; there were times where she thought that she wouldn't make it but by the grace of the benevolent Goddess above her journey had ended in a quiet village in desperate need of rain. An old woman who went by the name Ainet took her in just as Ororo's body was about to give up. The old woman gave what little food that she had and water. She nursed Ororo back to health and asked nothing back in return. It was a sort of generosity that puzzled the young girl. People always wanted something. There was always a price. He taught her that. The man she…killed.

Days passed and as her body slowly recuperated Ororo couldn't help but think that this hospitality was going to have to end. There was no way she could stay there. What would this woman do if she knew the truth? That she was…a killer? Report her to authorities surely. In the back of her mind the fear of being found out was always there. It was always scratching away just below the surface.

Soon enough it got to the point where she couldn't take it anymore. The guilt and secrecy was eating her alive. She couldn't prey upon on this woman's sympathy and kindness anymore. She packed what little she had and prepared to leave. When she heard jingling of the backdoor she quickened her pace.

"…Planning on going somewhere child?" The tone held no questioning glint or curious inflection. Ainet had sensed that something was weighing heavily on the girl's shoulders. " Come, sit down. Let us talk."

" Ainet, I cannot." The clouds outside started to swirl. The setting sun soon became blanketed with clouds. Ororo absentmindedly thought how odd it was since it had been so clear just a moment ago. " I must go…I cannot stay here anymore."

" Why? There is nothing pulling you away."

I am a killer…I am not who you think I am. I do not deserve your kindness. Your hospitality…she wanted to say but the words got caught in her throat. She wanted to throw up. The winds outside began to pick up.

" It is time that I leave, I have imposed on you for too long."

" Bullshit. Since have come here the village has started regain it's life. Tell me what is the reason that you running. The truth Ororo." If there was one thing that Ainet did not stand was lying. No one in the village dared to lie to her. Ainet was very intimidating for a woman as small as she was.

" I have done something…unforgivable. Something I can never change."

" We all have things we wish we could change Ororo. Things that we regret surely—"

" I KILLED SOMEONE AINET." Her head felt like it was going to explode. Thunder echoed across the sky. She tried to control her breathing but she felt like she was drowning. She looked Ainet straight in the eye. Her eyes shined with fear and tears. The winds began to howl painfully.

" I-I was walking down a road…I hadn't had food for so long…he seemed genuine." Ororo talked more to herself than to Ainet. Her face crumpling more and more as the memories became more vivid. " His spoke sweetly to me. But then…t-then…"

He asked for something in return…no…demanded it. His smile quickly turned into something ugly. Grotesque. Then he grabbed her. Pushed her down. She yelled at him to stop. Begged…

Tears silently fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, as she shifted her gaze to the floor. Flashbacks seemed to physically take hold of her mind. Memories began to drag her back. Windows began to shake. No…Goddess no.

"It was not your fault." Ororo's head jerked back up. Ainet moved toward the frightened girl. She did not touch her. For that Ororo was partially grateful for. She didn't think that she could handle being touched at the moment.

" I k-killed–" her voice trembled.

" No. You defended yourself. There is a difference." Ainet walked to the closest chair. Her legs were tired from walking, she mentally curse becoming old.

" Defense, murder the word does not matter. All that matters is that he is dead and I am the cause!" And there absolutely nothing she could do about it. Her eyes flashed, lightning danced across the sky. Thunder quickly followed. The pitter-patter of raindrops started to hit the outside of the house.

" Damn right you are the cause!" She slammed her wrinkled fist into the table. "He forfeited any right to life when he decided to do what he did."

" Killing is wrong." The sentence sounded so hallow.

" So is a grown man trying to force himself on a young girl whose only crimes were hunger and ignorance of how the world can be."

Ainet sighed, trying to regain control of her emotions." Ororo…do you regret defending yourself?"

" No!" She didn't. The guilt she carried was for another reason. " I-I just wish there had been another way…that I hadn't been so foolish…"

"Dear child, don't you see? You never should've been put in that position in the first place." Ainet shook her head. The years that she had spent on this earth taught her many things. Mostly, that it was it always the innocent that paid the price for evil deeds. It broke her heart to see the young girl in front of her think of herself anything less than courageous.

"You question your morality as if you are if are in front of the Goddess herself. Already, your respect for life is deeply woven inside of you…it is admirable. I know that you are struggling now but believe it or not it will lessen. You will accept that what you did was necessary and that you should not blame yourself for it."Ainet watched Ororo and she watched the window. The weather…it was not natural. The wax and wane of it…it seemed to follow…Ororo's emotions.

You are not a monster Ororo. You merely put down one. The woman thought to herself, feelings bubbling up inside her.

Ainet expertly policed her facial reaction. No…now was not the time to bring that up. Ororo was not ready to hear it yet. She would eventually when she felt stronger. Ainet had almost lost hope. N'dare had always talked about wanting a little girl. Hair as white and pure as ivory…eyes as blue and clear as the sky just after a much needed rain. Those were the traits only belonging to the women of the royal family. The family that she had served until N'dare had left with the American.

The old woman cleared her throat. The overwhelming feeling of happiness hit her harder than she had hoped. She would deal with that later. What was important now was to keep Ororo calm. Ainet shakily got up from her chair and shuffled her way to the upset girl.

Gently, she put her time worn hands on her Ororo's trembling arms and rubbed her them in a calming motion. "Ororo...you are young; you will learn that this world and its views change very rapidly depending on the situation. Hard decisions will always have to be made. I cannot stop you from leaving if you truly wish to but before you go…I wish to tell you a story …about a girl a little older than you."

Ororo didn't see how a story could possibly help the situation but out respect for the woman she kept quiet. She wiped away her tears and started to consciously smooth out her breathing. Ainet led Ororo to her desk and pulled out a box. She put her hand on top of the box and closed her eyes.

" Once there was a princess who lived in a beautiful kingdom. She was kind, smart, and well loved by her people. She loved to explore and try new things. And had a small talent for trouble." Ainet smirked." When she came upon the age of marriage her father, the king, told her that he had found a husband for her. He told her that her time running about like a newborn gazelle was over. That she needed to become serious and settle down. Being a dutiful daughter she agreed. That is…until…"

"Until?" Ororo prompted.

" Until…he came."

" Who was he?"

" A young man from a faraway land. He was not of noble blood or name. All that he carried with him was a small bag and his tools."

" Why did he come to the kingdom?"

" He said that he was an artist. He said that he was there to immortalize the scenery and its inhabitants with his tools. The king, being somewhat of a prideful man, allowed him to do this. He wanted to show the world how great the capital was. And so the young man began his work."

Ainet sighed and opened her eyes; she noticed that the winds and rain had calmed down significantly so she continued her story.

" Months soon passed and the princess found herself becoming quite fond of the young artist. She soon quickly realized that loved him…and that she could not fulfill her duty to her father and her people without sacrificing a part of herself." Ainet could not help but smile sadly. " The king when he found out, was furious and forbade her from seeing him. He went even so far as to banishing the young artist from the area."

" She tried to reason with her father. She told him that she could not betray her heart but he would not listen. In the end he gave her a choice. Leave and no longer be welcomed into the village or stay and do the honorable thing. To keep the promise that she had made to him and the prince."

" So what happened? Did she marry the prince?" Ororo couldn't help but ask.

" No child, she did not. With a heavy heart and tears in her eyes she left with the young artist who had found refuge just outside of the King's territory. They left to go back to his homeland. They did not have much in terms of material things but they had a roof over their heads, food to eat and of course each other. They made a new life together, where they allowed each other to be free and supported each other through bad times and good."

" The king, however, did not live so fortunately. He grew older and lonelier as each year passed. Though he would not speak it aloud he deeply regretted the way he had treated his daughter and he would take his regret to the grave."

The old woman handed Ororo the box and moved to sit back down in her chair. " I do not understand Ainet…why have you told me this story?"

" Open the box Ororo." She slowly removed the top off the box. Her heartbeat increased as she gazed into the box. There were photographs and letters…of her mother…and her father…the vague memories she had of her parents synced perfectly the photos.

" I told you this story because I think N'dare would've wanted her daughter to know how she and her father met."

" H-how…?"

" From the moment you arrived in this village I knew who you were. The people have not forgotten either. Your mother was from a very powerful line Ororo."

" White hair…blue eyes…the mark of the priestess. She who connected with the Goddess."

" And you think…I am her? "

" No. I think you are more. "

" I'm merely a thief at best Ainet." a killer at worst, her mind couldn't help but to remind her.

" You are young, you haven't even begun to reach your full potential. And you won't if you don't stop thinking like that." Ainet began to start coughing into her elbow once again mentally cursing her aging body. " Ororo…I cannot make you stay if you truly wish to leave. I all I can do is offer you a place to stay. This is your village. Your home. You are always welcome here."

Ororo quickly filled a cup with water and gave it to Ainet who busy clearing her throat " Your grandfather was stubborn and stupid and I refuse to repeat his mistakes."

"I have so many questions now…" Ororo slowly slid to the ground in front of Ainet.

" Take your time."

" Are you my…are we?"

" Related? No. I helped to birth and care for you mother when she was young. I did think of her as my own. It hurt deeply when she went away but I understood why she did."

" How did you get these photos? If my parents never returned here then…?"

" Your father was a good man Ororo…he made sure that I was able to keep a modicum of your mother with me through the years."

" So you know about…"

" The plane crash? Yes…when the letters and the photographs stopped coming I knew something was wrong. Your father worked like clockwork. I was in the city when I heard the news. When I heard that you had gone missing…I feared the worst."

Ainet looked up at the ceiling, as if she was gazing back through time. "I prayed to the Goddess that you would be okay and that you would somehow find your way here…to me. It seems that she has finally answered my prayers after all this time."

She looked back down and the two shared a smile.

" Ainet…I don't know if I can stay here…but the questions I have only you seem to know the answer to."

" Then stay…stay until your questions are answered. I will do my best to answer them."

Ororo nodded, and then bit her lip. She gazed down to her hands began to speak once more. " Ainet do…these priestesses…can they control lightning a-and other things?"

Ainet smiled, a spark of delight was in her eyes. " Not like you child, the only one who has been able to do so was a…"

Ororo looked up expectantly. " Was what?"

" A goddess."

I would just like to thank majestrixstormbringer for helping me get this thing off the ground. Beginning this fic has been the toughest thing to start for some ungodly reason. Hoped you like it! And look out for the next chapter because I'm almost done hashing out the final edit.

Reviews would be wonderful!