Destiny Magics

by Dragonstars

A strange new mutant visits the institute, bringing dire warnings of danger. But the display of strength she showed the first time the X-men meet her leaves them reluctant to trust her. But when events come to pass, and a certain blue mutant is in mortal danger, they have no choice but to turn to the only one who can help. t to be safe. 1st fanfic.

11. A Lot of Time Passes

X- Men Evolution

Destiny Magics

A/N okay. I'm getting my wisdom teeth taken out and I don't know how bad it will be of for how long, so I'm going to post this now.

This chapter is extremely short and very pointless, but I need it to cover a bunch of days where nothing much happens. I know that this will likely leave a lot of you dissatisfied. So, this is what I'm going to do. I'm going to type this chapter, then I'm going to post it. Then, I'm going to type up and post the next one. So, if you're reading this and the next chapter is not up yet, then you should only have to wait an hour or two at the very most. Hopefully, the next one will be to your satisfaction. Okay, now that you know what's going on, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own X- men: Evo.

11. A Lot of Time Passes

Days passed at the institute. The dragon adjusted a little to the life there. While several students still avoided or looked at the dragon with fear, she became good friends with Kurt, Kitty, and Rahne. She woke every morning to have red light explode in her eyes in warning, but try as she might, she couldn't see why. She curled up each night to have the light tell her to keep watching, and refusing to answer what she was watching for. Then one day, she noticed that Kurt was off. Edgy. Eventually, the other students began to notice too, as it got slightly worse each day. Several people asked him a few times if he was okay. He never answered. He began to eat less and less. Sometimes he vanished for hours at a time, and they couldn't find him however hard they tried, not even the dragon. When he came back, he would go straight to his room and refuse to talk to anyone. His eyes lost their golden glow, becoming dim. Everyone at the institute tried to talk to him, but he refused to tell them what was wrong and seemed determined to keep them all out of his room. He started looking worse and worse, as though he were horribly sick. Then, one Sunday night, he came to the dinner table, pushed all his food around, then left without eating anything at all.