The Last Red Dragon

A/N- I have now realized that I MUST have at least one energy drink to write any story, my ideas seem to just flow so well when i do lol... ok this chapter is an example of one of Professors theory that an emotion strain can bring out a mutants power during/or before/or a little bit after puberty. We also find out a large secret that the walls of the, New Orleans Nunnery holds.

And one more thing- I have forgotten that when writing Mother Angalie's accent that "The" is do be pronounced "De" So do not be alarmed by the change.

Do enjoy

Special thanks to the person who decided to be really mature and write PATHETIC PRICK in all of my storys review chapter pages yah'll should know I just LOVE that crappy demining stuff- Two Thumbs Way Up There.

But any way, bitterness set aside, on with the story...

CONTINUING

8 YEARS PRIOR

The birds chirped a song of sorrow, as the sun lets its rays stretch out from behind the looming gray clouds only to rest on the open window of the newest resident of the New Orleans Nunnery.

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(A/N real sound of a rooster)

Milana sighed, she a squinted her eyes from the harsh sun light that landed on her bed from the window above. The sun seemed to want to torment her by administering a cheerful glow during her great depression.

She sighed for the second time that morning and rolled her covers down. She turned her body reluctantly and placed her bare feet on the cold stone floor. She slowly stood allowing herself to feel all the pain that shot to the muscles and joints in her body. She embraced the pain, allowed it to drown out the loss in her heart and soul.She slowly sat back on the bed and rested her head in the palms of her hands as she tyed to ignore the pain, that now threatened to over whelm her, in hope of it diminishing.

There was a small knock on the door as it creaked open a crack for the knocker to have a glimpse into the room to search for the occupant to see if they had awakened yet.

The door swung open and Mother Angalie walked in, she gave Milana one of her comforting smiles that just seemed to relive her of some of her pain of her loss that seemed tormented her heart. "Ah, Milina I'm zo glad you have wake ze up. I would likez you to come and zee de other nunz with me, I'm zure that zey would love to meetz you alongz with Mozair Zuperior."

Milana stared with a very strange, nervous face. Milana looked into Mother Angalie's face while her lips moved very quickly with out a sound. Mother Angalie's smile and eyes took on a new look of understandment(sp?) and pity as she spoke, " Le Petite you must speakenz up, my hearing iz not az good az it waz when I waz young."

"I should...just go...they wont like...me" Milana spoke each word a little louder than the next but made me practically inaudible. She lowered her head in shame of being alive just to be a burden.

Mother Angalie's eyes seemed to lose some of its twinkle and her smile faltered. She gave a small nod to the head while looking at the girl. "Le Petite," she kneeled down on one knee to be eye level with Milana and took Milana's small hands into her own small hands,"If I like youz zo will all zey other Nunz." She gave a small squeeze to Milana's hands than stood. Still holding one of Milana's hands, in a protecting way, she opened the bedroom door and steeped out into the lively lit hallway of people unlike the night before.

There was Nuns every where; There where some dusting the cobwebs from the rafters, several sweeping the floor, others following the sweepers on there hands and knees as they scrubbed the floor. It looked like a beehive of worker bees that blended together in yellow & black in such a pattern it looked almost planed, except for that is was white & black not yellow & black and instead of a buzzing sound it was filled with the chatter and some gossip of the nuns.

Milana's eyes had a hey day, soaking up the warmth and care the woman projected(A/N or projected in other ways "unnormal"-hint-hint-nudge-nudge) in there work and talk with each other.

Several nuns looked up at the sound of the door opening up. Mother Angalie gave a small nodd and the nuns that had already noticed them had dropped there tools of cleaning and made their way over for introductions. Other nuns looked up at the movment of the nuns and looked over to Mother Angalie and Milana. Morther Angalie gave a quick shake of the head letting them know that she didn't want to over whelm Milana with to many of the nuns coming up to say hello.

"Milana thiz is Zistair Nenya," Mother Angalie said as she waved her hand towards a younger nun with extremley dark black bangs coming out of her white head dress,"Mozair Jane," stout woman with red and grey frizzy hair that mades its way out while she was working as well, "Zistair Rachelle," a smaller framed nun whos eyes where practicly pure ice blue," and Mozair Belle-Anna," an alderly nun who looked as thow she was here since the beginning of the Nunnery.

"Ladyz thiz is Milana, she will be stay with uz for a whilez."

Milana just stared at the happily lit nuns faces, I wish I could just stay here with these woman that have just accepted me no questions asked, She thought, these happy faces seem to be out of some sort of fairy tale. Mother Jane tileted her head slightly and smiled brightly at Milana, "Yah mah stay as long as yah want hun," she said as she pulled Milana in a deep hug.

Mother Jane stepped back and looked rather puzzeled at Milana's confused face. She glansed over at Mother Angalie. "Have yah told her yet?"

Mother Angalie just shoke her head,"Milana youz should comez and meetenz Mozair Superior now, shez waitings for uz in de Chaple." She put her arm around Milana's shoulders and started to walk down the hallway. The other nuns followed them.

Mother Angalie seemed to lead Milana along yet another adventure through the hallways with twist and turns that would send one's mind in a tissy of its own. They reached a rather old dark decaing oak door that was atleast 3 people tall. It took all the nuns to push the door open with several grunts and carefully choosen words(there nuns remember:P)

As the nuns pushed the doors wide open Milana got quite a sight of what lay beond.

Its a little cliffy but I felt the chapter was long enough and that it seemed to fit seeing as I don't write many cliffys might as well add one.

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Milana: Please eyes fill with tears