This chapter takes us back to the X-Men who have been shamefully neglected for the last couple of chapters, I promise they will become more important as the plot progresses. :)
I am taking some liberties with Erik's daughters here to better fit them into the plot.
Charles is about 18 and Raven about 16.

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Raven

280 A.C., somewhere in the Kingswood

The weeks after Charles had first felt the two new consciousnesses, Raven started to become more and more concerned about her brother. It seemed to affect him deeply, though after a lot of probbing he had finally admitted it was less the tugging on his mind but the fact that the smaller, the fluttering consciousness had disappeared. The person, whoever they were, seemed to have just dropped from this world. Charles' sad but (in Raven's opinion) unfortunately very reasonable theory was that it had been a mutant child that had died a young age before being able to develop their whole potential. In any case, there was no point searching for someone who couldn't be found. The other person, however, seemed to be getting closer to them, or at least they seemed to start to project more strongly than before. While Charles claimed this might be because of inexperience and therefore by accident, Erik was sure that, whoever it was, wanted to be found. The constant disagreement between their leader and his deputy had the whole group (it wasn't a big group, but still) on edge. It didn't help that Erik tended to leave for a day or two after a fight, leaving his two infant daughters behind. Raven was pretty sure he wouldn't do this if he didn't know that their little group would care for them, or rather, let Raven take care of them. Apparently, they were all of the opinion that as the only female of the group it was her duty to comfort two crying little things.

At least Lorna, the older one, usually slept throught the night, but little Anya, not even two years old, was a bit of a terror. She kept waking up, at first sniffeling slightly, and if nobody conforted her right away these sniffels would morph into full-belly wails. Only walking abound with her on Raven's arms and singing to her for what felt like hours had turned out to be an option to calm Anya down again. As a result, Raven was tired and grumpy, and nobody seemed to understand that. Sometimes she really considered whether it wasn't easier being a man. Actually, she was fairly certain life would be easier living as a man here in Westeros.
At least both girls didn't seem to be the least concerned with her blue form, the easy acceptance was what finally made the older girl warm up to the little terrors. Nobody was sure whether they would develop any powers, nobody of their group was the child of powered parents or had children to prove the point. The question was if it would be better for the two if they turned out to be "different" or fully "normal" - if they developed special abilities, nobody could say what they would become, they could become dangerous even, Raven was mature enough to understand that. If they turned out to be human, maybe the group would not longer accept them at some point, or they would feel they didn't belong and leave. Alas, it wasn't in their hands anyway, the origin of their powers was a secret, and most people believed in different origins.
Charles, who ho had been a diligent scholar before all this had been taken away from him, thought it could be an echo of the Children of the Forest who had lived in Westeros once, living on in all of them after the pact they had made with the First Men. Raven didn't believe in the Children and their Old Gods, she thought the powers were a gift (or a curse) given by the Seven. Erik on the contrary believed in a god called the "Red God", a religion that came from far across the Narrow Sea. Essos, they called the land. Her brother had told her it was huge and very different from Westeros, with many people that looked different than the people on their side of the Sea. The woman didn't dare to ask, but she was fairly certain that this was where Erik was from, or at least he had lived there for a long time. He spoke differently than Charles and Scott and Alex and Hank and her, there was a hard lilt in his voice. In a way, she longed to go there, to simply run away from the present. On the other hand, the camp was her home, cold and wet but still a home, and the people were her family. And you didn't desert family, not the way her parents had once deserted her.

At least they had managed to stop the water from dripping through the tents, the canvas had been reinforced by cloth taken from a group of travellers leaving King's Landing in the Western direction. At first, it had been difficult to spot who was the leader of the group with their banners of golden roses. There had been a richly dressed, dark-haired man, Raven had thought him to be the leader as he was riding at the head of the group with an air of easy confidence, but Charles had shook his head in their hiding place. Then he had pointed towards a shorter, beautiful young woman in the first third of the people, wearing expensive but more modest clothing. Raven didn't believe him at first, how could the woman lead the whole group? As it turned out, Charles had been right - she was the one giving orders to put up camp. Apparently this was Margaery Tyrell, a powerful lady if she controlled her men with such ease, the girl mused. When she had moved between the tents in the disguise of a Tyrell-soldier, two others had caught her attention. They were different too, in a way, though still human. At least Raven thought so. The woman was beautiful, with a different colour of skin, more olive, and eyes shaped like almonds. Her hair was smooth and looked like the finest strands of silk and she was moving with the speed of a gust while launching at the other man with her knives. This man had dark skin, really dark, like ebony, and Raven wondered for a moment whether he had been burned and the ashes had simply stayed on. Charles however explained that it was natural, that it was simply the way he was. The girl had pondered that, if there was skin like olives and skin like ashes, there could be more people with skin like water - just like Hank and her. It was a nice thought, in a way.

She had taken what they needed and disappeared again, nobody sounded an alarm. However, afterwards in the safety of the camp Charles had told the group thet he knew the two warriors had realized someone had been there and that the dark-skinned man had guessed correctly - it had been one of them, a special person with special abilities. It seemd as if they had not alerted their leader though, or as if Margaery Tyrell didn't bother to do anything about them, trusting there would not be any attacks. Nobody had understood the humans' reasoning, nobody but Charles who had seen it in their minds and nodded gravely in approval.

"Remember these people," he had told the group, "Lady Margaery Tyrell and her companions Lady May, Fil, Son of Coul and Fury. My feeling tells me they will be important for us, for people with powers, at some point."

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