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I had Daisy sit on the floor, and I walked around her. We were in the basement of the old church. Both to help her learn of different ways to control her powers and as a way to tell her the long and storied history of our people.
"The Kree came here against all kinds of laws and treaties of various peoples across the galaxy," I said to her, gesturing to the murals my great-grandmother had created when she married my great-grandfather which told the story of our community and the Inhumans. "To create an army of cannon fodder in their age-long war. It was too successful here and our ancestors had powers. Great powers. That was our way to break free from the Kree.
"One among the number was a woman who could control fire, and she was able to lead her people to fight back against their Kree masters and free themselves. The ancient race of the Inhumans had been created.
"She became the first leader of the Inhumans in their hidden and ancient city. She had three sons. One who had her powers. One whose voice could control minds. And a third. On her death, her oldest son would have become the king of the ancient city of Attilan, but his brother, the second son was jealous of the kind of power he would have possessed. So, the brother had killed the eldest son to proclaim himself and his descendents as King of the Inhumans.
"The sons of the rightful king worked with their cousin who could level entire cities with his voice. Their cousin had protected them and got them out of the city, along with others who remained loyal to the rightful king and his bloodline. The eldest son of the usurper became king when his cousins had refused to take the throne. They left the city and went out into the world, feeling it was their destiny to help the whole world. All Inhumans have the feeling they were here for some kind of purpose."
"This can't be all of them?" Daisy had asked me.
"As always the case," I explained. "Groups break off whenever they do not agree on certain things. That happened with us as well.
"It all has to do with how involved we would be with the Outsiders and exposing ourselves to the Mists. Attilan, the ancient city, was more traditional. Live in isolation in a city that's out of the way, and everyone goes through the Mists for powers at birth. Imagine, Ted Bundy with telepathy. My community, the descendents of those people who remained loyal to that rightful bloodline, is the most liberal. Live and become involved with the affairs of the Outsiders and choose to go through the Mists. Other communities fall somewhere in the middle.'
Daisy was silent as she took in everything I was saying to her in regards to the history of our people. It was a lot of information, becoming far too much than we would've been able to guess.
"The world was simpler before New York," she grumbled back at me.
"Your eyes weren't open, then," I said to her. "Now, they are. It doesn't have to be simple.
"We don't have to think about all of this," Daisy said. "How will this help?"
"So," I told her. "You don't see this as a curse. It's just a different kind of path you set out on when the New Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited you."
"Right," Daisy said to me, but she was not too convinced by what she was being told.
It was going to take awhile to help her, I was starting to realize, and that would have been unfortunate.
I walked through the small town to go home, and I could see that someone had been on the outside of the town, keeping a close eye on everyone in town. He was pretty tall, and from where I was standing I could see he did not have any eyes.
That was enough to cause me to stop walking and give him a closer look. He was not from the town, and that was why he stood out.
Someone was keeping a close eye on the town. Someone who was an Inhuman. Something or someone brought the interest of another Inhuman community.