Are my eyes deceiving me? Mr. Xavier asked in shock.
My mother was gaping, too, but not for the same reason. Quistis's choice for clothing is slightly on the scant side. Not even nearly Britney Spears scant, but enough to piss my mother off.
I'm sure Kurt was gaping at me for the same reason my mother was.
I yelled from my position on top of the chocobo, Yes, your eyes are deceiving you. I started laughing. My power is illusions. Images.
Then how did you knock out Magneto?
If my mother's eyes were wide before, they were Pikachu sized now. You... knocked... out .... Mag-neto?!?!?
You mean the guy who can bend stop signs over? Well, that was kind of an accident. And another illusion. Just that I can make my illusions have a physical feel. I am actually sitting on this thing. I answered, trying to remain calm.
I'd heard of Magneto on the news before, he was some mutant terrorist, or something like that. But I'd taken care of the poor guy so easily...?
I kicked the chocobo and had it walk over to Mr. Xavier. Having it bend down, he actually reached out and touched my illusion.
It feels like a giant chicken, Mr. Xavier said, slightly baffled. It even feels warm.
I started to feel drowsy, probably from trying to keep up my illusions, so I got off my chocobo Ille, put both Illes away, and sat back down at my seat.
Utter silence filled the table until my dad decided to speak. Sara, well that's some ability. I'm proud of you, but please, don't go around knocking over people. Or trees. he added, pointing to the remains of the tree I'd knocked over.
Well, now the big question is, Orroro questioned, Would you like to come to the Xavier Institute?
The school's named after you? I asked in shock. Wouldn't, like, one of your high donators name it after themselves?
There are no donators, Sara. I own the school completely on my own, Mr. Xavier replied. I inherited a massive fortune from my father. Now you're eluding the question!
Course. Always do. I... ah... would I be able to have visitors? Could my friends come occasionally, or is this place supposed to be completely secret?
If they are willing to accept the fact that every person living at the school is a mutant and will not go around telling everyone, there is no problem.
My friend Amanda alvays comes over, she's no mutant at all Kurt said, obviously trying to help Mr. Xavier persuade me.
the professor continued, sometimes even the closest of friends has the urge to tell everyone. If you have met someone new at school, the first ten times they come to visit must be planned in advance. This way, we don't end up with... accidents and misunderstandings...
between people. There are a few other minor rules, but nothing truly hinders the student's social life unless they are in the X-Men, and even then, only minimally.
That is...?
A small group of students who are on guard duty in case of something happening in Bayville. Fires, floods, other mutants who may try to sabotage the institute... although nobody has ever managed to completely get inside yet, thanks to the students, nor has anyone ever gotten seriously hurt. They do any recruiting missions as well.
I was stunned. The X- Men sounded cool- like a group of super heroes. But I'd never be able to make it. Probably run into a tree during tryouts, or something like that.
You are only kidding yourself.'
Ille?
He, they, all the people seated at this table can be trusted, Sara. Go. Maybe there the truth will unravel from the fate's web of time.'
Staring at the most unlikely crowd around me, in the most unlikely situation on Earth, I would walk blindly forward. Was this this truth?
Sometimes a lie can reveal the truth- I've heard that once. But I don't lie. So then what? I did the only thing I could think of doing now.
I will join you.
My brother smiled. Then this is for everyone at the Institute. It's a little I'm- glad- you're- going- away, I mean, a good- bye, present. He handed the box to me and Kurt. Immediately we were like two kids in a candy store, ripping apart (or attempting to) the paper.
It was a PS2.
Oh, this is so going in MY room, I shrieked.
You do that and it will be gone the next morning, Kurt shot back, in a humorous way.
This has to have been the shortest night of my life.
