Okay, allow me to explain the Kendall character. A while ago I heard about a daughter between Logan and Ororo. I thought, "Hey cool" so I started rp'ing as her in an X-men RPG...well no one knew about her, so I began to question, "is this character real? Or did someone make her up?" Well while talking to another of my friends, they told me that Kendall had appeared in the comics as a kind of "what if". Ya know, what if Ro and lo had a daughter. Okay *phew* that's out of the way...enjoy!
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I rolled out of my bed and stared at the ground in thought. It wasn't the first time I had a dream like this one. Only this dream had seemed so realistic. I could still see the hurt and pain in the little girl's eyes, still see her bones showing through her skin, and I could still feel my heart reaching out and wanting to help her so badly.
I stood up, and got dressed, that innocent, yet suffering face of the child never leaving my mind. What had the dream meant? I had an idea, but surely that wasn't it...
I shook my head, and opened my door. I needed a nice hot cup of coffee so I could think.
After a poured myself a cup of my usual black coffee, I sat down on a huge reclining chair in the den and reviewed the dream in my head over and over again, my secret still beating away inside of me.
"Ororo?" I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Ro? You don't look so well."
I looked up seeing Jean standing there, a worried expression on her face. I smiled at her reassuringly, "I am fine."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded, forcing myself to keep the smile on my face.
She gave me on last concerned glance before leaving.
I sighed. If only I could just talk to someone about this. Maybe I could understand what exactly the dream meant, maybe I could get rid of the hurt inside me, or the constant throbbing I always felt in my mind when I pondered on dreams like these.
"Is there something you would like to discuss?"
I brought my head up, seeing the Professor staring at me, "It's nothing..."
"Nonsense, I felt the confusion you were feeling last night, and I still sense it inside of your mind. Ororo what is wrong?"
I drew in a deep breath, "Do you know...?"
He solemnly shook his head, "Although I could've found out, I figured you would tell me if it was that important."
I closed my eyes, seeing only the face of the innocent suffering child in my dream. Suddenly, everything that had ever happened in my dreams came pouring out of my lips, confessing everything to the Professor. I looked up at his shocked and stunned expression.
"The girl in my dreams...she's my daughter...I know it."
The Professor blinked, "Daughter?" He abruptly brought his usual calm and composed look back to his face, "How?"
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I rolled out of my bed and stared at the ground in thought. It wasn't the first time I had a dream like this one. Only this dream had seemed so realistic. I could still see the hurt and pain in the little girl's eyes, still see her bones showing through her skin, and I could still feel my heart reaching out and wanting to help her so badly.
I stood up, and got dressed, that innocent, yet suffering face of the child never leaving my mind. What had the dream meant? I had an idea, but surely that wasn't it...
I shook my head, and opened my door. I needed a nice hot cup of coffee so I could think.
After a poured myself a cup of my usual black coffee, I sat down on a huge reclining chair in the den and reviewed the dream in my head over and over again, my secret still beating away inside of me.
"Ororo?" I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Ro? You don't look so well."
I looked up seeing Jean standing there, a worried expression on her face. I smiled at her reassuringly, "I am fine."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded, forcing myself to keep the smile on my face.
She gave me on last concerned glance before leaving.
I sighed. If only I could just talk to someone about this. Maybe I could understand what exactly the dream meant, maybe I could get rid of the hurt inside me, or the constant throbbing I always felt in my mind when I pondered on dreams like these.
"Is there something you would like to discuss?"
I brought my head up, seeing the Professor staring at me, "It's nothing..."
"Nonsense, I felt the confusion you were feeling last night, and I still sense it inside of your mind. Ororo what is wrong?"
I drew in a deep breath, "Do you know...?"
He solemnly shook his head, "Although I could've found out, I figured you would tell me if it was that important."
I closed my eyes, seeing only the face of the innocent suffering child in my dream. Suddenly, everything that had ever happened in my dreams came pouring out of my lips, confessing everything to the Professor. I looked up at his shocked and stunned expression.
"The girl in my dreams...she's my daughter...I know it."
The Professor blinked, "Daughter?" He abruptly brought his usual calm and composed look back to his face, "How?"
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