Galla stared in horror at the seen before her

Galla stared in horror at the seen before her. "No." she whispered. "No no no no no." She looked at the still form of the brunette lying on the rocks, bloody with cuts. Scenes began flashing before her.

She was in a room. It was torn apart. Blue, teddy bear wallpaper was peeling off the wall in strips. It looked to have been cut by claws in a set of five. The baby crib that usually lay against the wall in the back of the room was in the middle completely torn apart. Lying towards the left side of the pile, in the midst of the bloodied remains of what had been a mattress, were the remains of a body. It was a young infant's corpse that lay there. It had been savagely ripped apart and what parts that were whole were torn with scratch. They too were in sets of five.

Galla held her head crying. She screamed in agony. The dead infant, the blood she new she had washed off her face and arms the day that had happened, thinking she had just cut herself. She was a murderer. A killer. She had taken three lives now. She didn't deserve to live. She wouldn't any longer.

Getting up, Galla ran with all her strength, running as far away from the bridge as she could get. Running and running. She ran along the gorge as far as she could. Going on and on Galla could have run for hours. She wasn't new to running, but something made her stop.

There was another bridge and on it was a woman. Galla watched in horror as the lady stepped onto the rope railing of the bridge. She had to do something. Totally forgetting that she had just been in the same position, Galla gently stepped onto the bridge. The lady was about to step over when Galla called out. "Wait! Don't do it!" The lady stared at her.

"Why shouldn't I? I don't have anything to live for anymore!" Galla was beginning to panic.

"Of course you do everyone does. You have to have a reason to live."

"How do you know?" The lady asked.

"I don't. But just come down and we can talk. I promise if I can't convince you not to do this then I'll walk away and you can do what you like." Galla was slowly walking toward the lady as she talked. "Hey my names Galanna. Please just come talk to me?" The lady looked from the ground to Galla and slowly stepped off the edge. Gently leading the lady Galla went to a grassy patch next to the bridge and sat down. The woman sat next to her. "What's your name?"

"My name is Linda." She said barely above a whisper.

"Well Linda… Why were you going to jump?" Linda looked as if she was going to say something then stopped.

"Why should I tell you if you wouldn't understand?" Galla snorted.

"You have NO idea how much I understand. Anyway how can it hurt? Might as well tell me."

Linda took a deep breath, seeming to ponder weather to tell this child or not. "I…I…I used to have the perfect life," she began. "Great parents and a brother; a loving husband and a perfect daughter. My job was perfect I was an orphanage worker. About three months ago my husband and children were killed in a car crash. My boss decided that I wasn't sane enough to work with the kids so she fired me. Then last week my mother died, my father is now legally insane, and my brother was shipped to Iran in the army. I have no job, the only money have is what wasn't taken by the four funerals and the payments for the asylum. Is that all the information you wanted? Now since you probably don't have anything to argue about go so I can end in peace!" Galla sighed. What argument could she bring up? There was a slow plot forming in her mind though. I hope it's enough she thought.

Speaking slowly Galla voiced the only objection, and hope the woman had. "What about the kids? If you think about it instead of killing yourself you could start another orphanage so there would be more places available. Or you could speak to people about making a difference in the world or about depression." Please let this work! Galla prayed silently to the god she had never believed in. Please just let her have the will to live, for her own soul.

Linda inhaled a short breath and sighed. "I remember when my mother would tell my brother and I tales of mythical creatures. We used to beg them out of her, sometimes able to keep her telling for hours. She told us fables, Greek and Roman myths, even the occasional make up of her own. But the one, the most saddening one, I remember was of a boy and his unicorn." Galla was wondering how this would help anything but she kept listening, not wanting to break the woman out of her trance.

"IT was about a little boy who one day saved a young unicorns life. The creatures mother had been killed by hunters wanting her horn. The boy nursed and fed the unicorn until it grew into a beautiful stallion. Then one-day the boy's mother became ill and died. The unicorn still being young didn't understand what death was but he knew that the boy's mother was gone along with the boy's heart.

The unicorn watched his master and saver for weeks; watching as the boy also got sick. Wishing for the family to be happy once again, the creature found where the boy's mother had been buried and gave the woman his life force, holding back just enough so that he would be born again as all unicorns were.

Later, from up in the clouds, the beast looked down to see the boy happy and content." Galla listen to the story, her eyes brimming with tears. But an idea hit her. Trying might not work at all, or it could kill her but she had to try. Standing up abruptly Galla wrapped an arm around Linda and gave a quick squeeze. "I have to go. But I hope you've changed your mind. You don't know it but you've helped me more then I likely helped you. Thank you and farewell." Quickly leaving before Linda could process what she had said, the young mutant ran as fast as she would back to the place she dread most at the moment. The bridge where she had, only an hour ago, tried to take her life. I must be batty she thought, but I'll either fix this or die trying.

Reaching her destination Galla scrambled down the rocks. Picking her way towards Kitty, she was stopped by three, steel, claws at her throat. "Haven't you done enough damage around here already?" A gruff voice asked her. Galla looked around frantically try to see if Aurora was there, only to realize that her sister was nowhere in sight.

"I want to help" Galla said flatly. Wolverine moved his claws a few inches back but they were still dangerously close.

"Why should we believe you? We trusted you before and you got half-pint killed." His voice had the feeling ice, sending chills through her entire body. She looked at all the face that were at the site, all of them filled with pain, but it hurt most to look at Alex. She knew she had hurt him badly even before this. Sighing Galla knew what she had to.

"Because I'm your only hope." She stated flatly. Logan looked at her seeing that she was serious he let her pass, though he still glared at her. Galla took three deep breaths preparing herself for what was to come. Please God let this work for them Galla once again prayed to the God she had never believed in.

Turning to Evan she said, "If I die tell Rorey I love her and I love you too." Galla began to shift. Everyone blinked, and where the beautiful young girl had been, stood a tall and magnificent Unicorn. As if floating the beast went to the fallen Kitty and touched her forehead with its horn. A bright light followed, temporarily blinding everyone in the valley. Galla felt herself change back; everything went dark.

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Well people! The second to last part of it is done! I doubt any of you are reading this, but if you still are thanks a bunch! I'm really sorry that it took so long, school recently started and I've been swamped, let alone not in the right mood to write. Oh I keep forgetting to add a disclaimer so here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except Galla. The plot is mine and I ask that you please receive permission from me to use Galla or any the plot from my story or at least credit the plot to me. If you happen to read my story then find it adding something to your own plot, then feel free to use it.