This is going to be the longest chapter yet! Thanks to those who have
reviewed this story. Enjoy it. Make sure to scream at me if I start to
get lazy about updating! By the way, this story is set after the first
movie. So I will also be using characters like Bobby, St. John and Rouge
as well as the original X-men.
Ororo's thoughts were suddenly thrown in to disarray. Images of childbirth exploded from the recesses of her mind. It seemed to her that what should have been a joyous occasion was tainted with sadness. She was tormented with images of a child, and a face, the face of a young man. He died in combat they told her. But what combat and with whom was never mentioned on that fateful day. Antony, her one love, the father of her child. She remembered his death. Her child, but someone was taking him away. She heard herself begging for the return of the child. Her cries seemingly unheard or ignored, by the unknown assailant. Almost as suddenly as they appeared they were gone. Opening her eyes she observed the cold face of the young man above her. A name threw itself out of nowhere, demanding to be spoken.
"Liohe," she flew from her seat on the grass and encompassed her son in a hug, oblivious to the fact that she received none in return. "They took you away, I didn't think that I'd ever see you again." She took a step back and studied the face above her. She didn't remember him much. Not that it would have helped. He was most certainly not the infant boy taken from her years ago. The only thing she could have possibly identified him by, even with her memory intact, were his eyes. One was the color of sunlight, golden and pure, the other the shade of moonbeams, shimmering with silver abandon. Oddly enough he never acquired her dark skin, not even slightly. Instead his skin was lightly tanned and near golden in tone. His hair was black, the color of the midnight sky, the only thing he received from her genes. Her hair had been that color once, but long ago, before her parents died.
Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice slicing through the air, "What makes you think I would believe that?"
"What do you mean, it's the truth. Why would I lie?" Storm growing distraught at his disbelief, asked him.
"Why wouldn't you? Dad told me you would be like this. I didn't even want to come here. If he hadn't died I wouldn't be here. You abandoned me mom, or have you forgotten that too."
"No I didn't! He took you didn't he. He took you, and left me alone in the darkness. What was his name? Tell me. I want to now know!" she exploded, angered that her son had been fed with lies. The breeze suddenly gained speed and strength, but Storm immediately recovered and abated the wind. He couldn't possibly be speaking of Antony. She herself had identified his body. So who could the father her son spoke of be? And how did he know of her memory loss.
Liohe was confused by her burst of anger. Why would she not know his father? She was able to remember him. He knew that when he had broken the seal, he assumed she had created it, she would be able to remember him, and his father too. "Why do you ask this? Surely you remember your betrothed?"
"My betrothed, your father is dead," she voiced coldly. "The man you speak of is not Antony. I wish to know the imposter's identity, now. And then I will tell you that which you wish to know."
His confusion grew. Could father have been lying to him for almost eighteen years? He hadn't seen his father often, having grown up in a British boarding school. He hadn't really thought much on it but he looked nothing like his father. His voice was quieted now, the name rolled off his tongue, "Demitri Kiretrevich."
Storm shuddered at the mention of that name. She should have known. Demitri had been the man who had informed her of Antony's death. "Liohe," Ororo said noticing his confusion and the disbelief etched in his sculptured face, so like his father's.
"Leo, call me Leo."
"Alright, Leo."
The sky had begun to darken as day shifted into night, a storm was brewing, and Ororo had nothing to do with it, whether the students believed or not. "Come, we will continue this talk in my room. The skies will open soon."
She grasped hold of her son's hand, and led him to the mansion. The halls were empty as the student populous and her fellow teachers were now in the dining hall for supper. Leo appeared to be in another world. A world called truth.
Ororo lay awake on her bed listening to the soft snoring of Leo, pondering the day's events. She doubted if anyone knew of her predicament. No, she decided, this wasn't a predicament, it was a blessing. With that thought in mind she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Leo opened his eyes to darkness. He shifted his sight to the clock to read the time. Five thirty-nine. Time to get up. Carefully lifting his mother's hand from his shoulder he slipped out of the bed. He couldn't make out the set of the room and risked turning the light on silently praying for Ororo to stay asleep. He figured she was going to need the rest, having picked up on the fact that she had gone to sleep much later than he. He gazed at her sleeping figure, taking in her relaxed features. After surveying the room he switched off the lamp and stealthily made his way to the bathroom. He flipped on the light and softly closed the door. Once the door was locked he closed his eyes in concentration and in a matter of seconds a pair of khaki pants and a forest green button up shirt materialized in front of him. He placed them on a towel rack and after a quick shower, dressed and left the bathroom. Ororo was still sleeping so he slid out the door silently and entered the hall. He was able to find his way to the kitchen and after quickly rifling through the cabinets he was able to appropriate a package of Pop-Tarts. It was while raiding the fridge for orange juice and an apple that he heard a throat clear near the entryway to the kitchen. He looked up to see a red haired woman who appeared to be just slightly older than his mom.
"And who are you?" she asked casually.
"Leo Munroe."
"Will you be joining us here?"
"I guess so."
"Well then if you would come with me I'd like to take some tests, and if you would share with me your power it would be greatly appreciated."
He followed the woman, whom he had been able to identify as Jean to an elevator and the descended to a lower level. Once there she led him to a room she called the infirmary.
"Okay then, what is your power?"
"Telekinesis, Telepathy, Teleportation, some elemental control, and I can also electric currents in the air."
"How strong are you in these areas?" she asked slightly stunned at the amount of abilities he had.
"In both Telepathy and Telekinesis I am at least equal to you but I am only able to teleport non living objects. I have control over fire, water in all forms, earth, air, electricity and can speed up plant growth to extremes."
"And who are your parents?"
You'd have to ask Mom about my dad, I only know that his first name is Antony, and I guess you know Mom. Her name's Ororo.
Jean was shocked, she immediately contacted the professor, 'Xavier, were you aware that Ororo has a son?'
'Whatever made you come to that conclusion Jean.'
'He happens to be in the infirmary with me at the moment.'
'I shall talk to her immediately.'
She immediately broke off the connection with him, her thoughts interrupted by the young mans voice, "You know it's not the most polite thing to have a conversation about someone with that someone in the same room as you."
"Yes well it was important that I have that discussion with the professor because when the most powerful telepath in the world discovers he knows less about one of his closest friends then he thought he did. It is important that he figures out why he was not aware of this."
'Well in that case, I would like to leave know so I will be able to talk to my mother when she awakes.'
Sentences in ' ' are spoken using telepathy. How do you like Liohe? Liohe is supposed to be 17. I know this might seem odd but Ororo was about 15 when he was born. Antony was not much older than she was. Sorry if this chapter seems a little out of it. I was really having trouble trying to keep this chapter together. Tell me if it seems to clumsily written will you. I'll see if I can improve it a little.
I most likely won't be updating over the weekend. You'll probably gonna haf ta wait till Monday for more.
The Soldier of Mercy
Ororo's thoughts were suddenly thrown in to disarray. Images of childbirth exploded from the recesses of her mind. It seemed to her that what should have been a joyous occasion was tainted with sadness. She was tormented with images of a child, and a face, the face of a young man. He died in combat they told her. But what combat and with whom was never mentioned on that fateful day. Antony, her one love, the father of her child. She remembered his death. Her child, but someone was taking him away. She heard herself begging for the return of the child. Her cries seemingly unheard or ignored, by the unknown assailant. Almost as suddenly as they appeared they were gone. Opening her eyes she observed the cold face of the young man above her. A name threw itself out of nowhere, demanding to be spoken.
"Liohe," she flew from her seat on the grass and encompassed her son in a hug, oblivious to the fact that she received none in return. "They took you away, I didn't think that I'd ever see you again." She took a step back and studied the face above her. She didn't remember him much. Not that it would have helped. He was most certainly not the infant boy taken from her years ago. The only thing she could have possibly identified him by, even with her memory intact, were his eyes. One was the color of sunlight, golden and pure, the other the shade of moonbeams, shimmering with silver abandon. Oddly enough he never acquired her dark skin, not even slightly. Instead his skin was lightly tanned and near golden in tone. His hair was black, the color of the midnight sky, the only thing he received from her genes. Her hair had been that color once, but long ago, before her parents died.
Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice slicing through the air, "What makes you think I would believe that?"
"What do you mean, it's the truth. Why would I lie?" Storm growing distraught at his disbelief, asked him.
"Why wouldn't you? Dad told me you would be like this. I didn't even want to come here. If he hadn't died I wouldn't be here. You abandoned me mom, or have you forgotten that too."
"No I didn't! He took you didn't he. He took you, and left me alone in the darkness. What was his name? Tell me. I want to now know!" she exploded, angered that her son had been fed with lies. The breeze suddenly gained speed and strength, but Storm immediately recovered and abated the wind. He couldn't possibly be speaking of Antony. She herself had identified his body. So who could the father her son spoke of be? And how did he know of her memory loss.
Liohe was confused by her burst of anger. Why would she not know his father? She was able to remember him. He knew that when he had broken the seal, he assumed she had created it, she would be able to remember him, and his father too. "Why do you ask this? Surely you remember your betrothed?"
"My betrothed, your father is dead," she voiced coldly. "The man you speak of is not Antony. I wish to know the imposter's identity, now. And then I will tell you that which you wish to know."
His confusion grew. Could father have been lying to him for almost eighteen years? He hadn't seen his father often, having grown up in a British boarding school. He hadn't really thought much on it but he looked nothing like his father. His voice was quieted now, the name rolled off his tongue, "Demitri Kiretrevich."
Storm shuddered at the mention of that name. She should have known. Demitri had been the man who had informed her of Antony's death. "Liohe," Ororo said noticing his confusion and the disbelief etched in his sculptured face, so like his father's.
"Leo, call me Leo."
"Alright, Leo."
The sky had begun to darken as day shifted into night, a storm was brewing, and Ororo had nothing to do with it, whether the students believed or not. "Come, we will continue this talk in my room. The skies will open soon."
She grasped hold of her son's hand, and led him to the mansion. The halls were empty as the student populous and her fellow teachers were now in the dining hall for supper. Leo appeared to be in another world. A world called truth.
Ororo lay awake on her bed listening to the soft snoring of Leo, pondering the day's events. She doubted if anyone knew of her predicament. No, she decided, this wasn't a predicament, it was a blessing. With that thought in mind she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Leo opened his eyes to darkness. He shifted his sight to the clock to read the time. Five thirty-nine. Time to get up. Carefully lifting his mother's hand from his shoulder he slipped out of the bed. He couldn't make out the set of the room and risked turning the light on silently praying for Ororo to stay asleep. He figured she was going to need the rest, having picked up on the fact that she had gone to sleep much later than he. He gazed at her sleeping figure, taking in her relaxed features. After surveying the room he switched off the lamp and stealthily made his way to the bathroom. He flipped on the light and softly closed the door. Once the door was locked he closed his eyes in concentration and in a matter of seconds a pair of khaki pants and a forest green button up shirt materialized in front of him. He placed them on a towel rack and after a quick shower, dressed and left the bathroom. Ororo was still sleeping so he slid out the door silently and entered the hall. He was able to find his way to the kitchen and after quickly rifling through the cabinets he was able to appropriate a package of Pop-Tarts. It was while raiding the fridge for orange juice and an apple that he heard a throat clear near the entryway to the kitchen. He looked up to see a red haired woman who appeared to be just slightly older than his mom.
"And who are you?" she asked casually.
"Leo Munroe."
"Will you be joining us here?"
"I guess so."
"Well then if you would come with me I'd like to take some tests, and if you would share with me your power it would be greatly appreciated."
He followed the woman, whom he had been able to identify as Jean to an elevator and the descended to a lower level. Once there she led him to a room she called the infirmary.
"Okay then, what is your power?"
"Telekinesis, Telepathy, Teleportation, some elemental control, and I can also electric currents in the air."
"How strong are you in these areas?" she asked slightly stunned at the amount of abilities he had.
"In both Telepathy and Telekinesis I am at least equal to you but I am only able to teleport non living objects. I have control over fire, water in all forms, earth, air, electricity and can speed up plant growth to extremes."
"And who are your parents?"
You'd have to ask Mom about my dad, I only know that his first name is Antony, and I guess you know Mom. Her name's Ororo.
Jean was shocked, she immediately contacted the professor, 'Xavier, were you aware that Ororo has a son?'
'Whatever made you come to that conclusion Jean.'
'He happens to be in the infirmary with me at the moment.'
'I shall talk to her immediately.'
She immediately broke off the connection with him, her thoughts interrupted by the young mans voice, "You know it's not the most polite thing to have a conversation about someone with that someone in the same room as you."
"Yes well it was important that I have that discussion with the professor because when the most powerful telepath in the world discovers he knows less about one of his closest friends then he thought he did. It is important that he figures out why he was not aware of this."
'Well in that case, I would like to leave know so I will be able to talk to my mother when she awakes.'
Sentences in ' ' are spoken using telepathy. How do you like Liohe? Liohe is supposed to be 17. I know this might seem odd but Ororo was about 15 when he was born. Antony was not much older than she was. Sorry if this chapter seems a little out of it. I was really having trouble trying to keep this chapter together. Tell me if it seems to clumsily written will you. I'll see if I can improve it a little.
I most likely won't be updating over the weekend. You'll probably gonna haf ta wait till Monday for more.
The Soldier of Mercy