Wildcat: Yeah, I noticed. And Pietro will go to some southern states. Glad you think the story is awesome.
TristeAlma: I agree with Wildcat. You should write stories and not be afraid of what people might say. If you need help, I'll be glad to help you if you like.
Enjoy the story.
Pietro trained and gone to the mall with the students of the Academy. Monet and the other were pretty powerful. And really cool mutants to hang out with.
Right now, he was wondering around the school, not knowing what to do now.
'I'm bored. Maybe I should just pack up and get going already.'
He ended up in the library and decided to read a few books before he said his goodbyes and left.
Pietro had five books in his hands and when he reached for a sixth book, something unexpecting happened. The bookshelf moved and revealed a secret staircase going down.
'Where in the world does that lead to?'
He decided to find out.
Pietro walked down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, he continued to walk ahead, down a hall. It was dark, so it was a little hard to see. He stopped when he reached an end. Pietro knew it couldn't be a dead end, so he looked a another secret entry. He ran his hands over the all and held handles. It wasn't a wall but a door.
'Let's see where it leads too,' thought Pietro.
He opened the doors and found a room filled with ancient object that had to do with a bird. One that appeared to be made of fire.
'Is that a. . . . phoenix?'
Pietro stared at a large, stone statue of a phoenix. Then he saw a phoenix on a blue and white vase. He looked around until he stumbled upon an Egyptian tablet that Pietro guested to be three thousand or so years old. He ran his hand over it.
'What is all this stuff doing here?'
"That is non of your business!"
Pietro whipped his head to the voice that had yelled.
It was Emma.
"Emma? What is this?"
"Leave! Now!"
"What's the big deal? It's not like I'll tell anyone. You have my word as a man, whatever you tell me, I won't tell a soul."
Emma stared at him, but what she was really doing was searching his mind to make sure he was telling the truth.
"Are you searching my mind?" asked Pietro, mentally. "You you are, you better stop it! I don't like telepaths looking in my head without permission!"
"I just need to make sure I can trust you," replied Emma.
"Hmm."
"All right," said Emma. "What you see here. It has to do with a great power."
"And that would be?"
"It's called the Phoenix Force. And it's been inflicting telepaths since mutants first emerged."
She walked over to the tablet.
"This tablet is over 3000 years old. It tells a repeating story. As you can see, the Phoenix was present even at this baby's birth. As she grew, it grew. Until finally, it reached maturity. . . . . And took her over.
Floods, fires, earthquakes, even shifts in climate. Through out history, these events tend to co-inside with the emerges of the Phoenix."
"And. . . did people. . die?"
". . . Many," Emma whispered.
Pietro couldn't stop himself from letting out a gasp.
"That's horrible," he whispered.
"It is."
"But how do you know all of this?"
"A few years ago, I joined a group called the Hellfire Club. The group wanted to destroy the Phoenix to save the world, but I discovered that what they really wanted to do was try to control it. I left and I met Sean and together, he and I formed this school to help young mutants control their powers. We got the idea when we heard of Xavier and his Institute."
"Does Sean know of any of this? About the Phoenix?"
"He knows of the Phoenix, but that about."
"About you being a good girl in an evil group? 'Cause you were never evil if you left the second you found out they were trying to rule the world."
"Thank you, Pietro."
"So, the student don't know about the Phoenix, do they?"
"No."
"Well, I won't tell them. Or anyone," said Pietro. "I promise."
"I know you won't."
Pietro had packed all his stuff and said his goodbyes.
"Bye, Tro," said Nick.
"We'll miss you," said Monet and Paige.
Pietro kissed both of them on the cheek.
"And I'll miss you, pretty ladies."
"Hope to see ya soon," said Rusty.
"Like wise, Rust."
"Good luck on your journey," said Sean.
"Thanks."
Emma gave Pietro a hug.
"Good bye, Pietro."
"Bye, Emma."
"And remember your promise," Emma said, telepathically.
"I won't," replied Pietro.
At the front gate, Ruth was there, waiting for him.
"Bye, Ruth," said Pietro. "I hope you fit in and make friends here."
"I will," said Ruth.
They embraced. Ruth headed for the Academy, but stopped about two feet away from Pietro.
"Oh, and when you go home, be careful around your redheaded friend."
"My redheaded friend?" asked Pietro.
"You'll know. Goodbye, Pietro."
Pietro stood in front of the school, waiting for a cab.
'My redheaded friend. Does she mean Jean?'
His eyes went wide.
'Jean's the Phoenix! Okay, note to self. Have a chat with the Professor when I go home.'
The cab showed and took Pietro away.