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A fire crackled and spat sparks into the air as an old woman sat watching it. Surrounding her were the children of the village, waiting to hear a story, any story. Every day that old woman would sit on her log, under the stars, watching her fire, and tell a story to the younglings of the village. She had done this for as long as anyone could remember, and no one could remember a time when she wasn't there.
"What story do you wish to hear today, my children?" the old woman asked in her gravelly voice. The children were silent, not knowing what to say. She never asked them what story they wanted to hear before, she always just told them one.
The children looked amongst each other, not being able to decide what to do. One child among the flock spoke up, "I know one you could tell."
The old woman looked amongst the children until she found the one who spoke. The child was a young looking girl with glowing yellow eyes. The old woman looked at her gave her a knowing smile, "And what story is that?"
The girl returned the smile and said, "The Beginning."
The old woman's smile grew, "I haven't told that one in awhile."
"I know," was the girl's reply.
The old woman cleared her throat and began her tale.
"Not many are aware of the tale that is about to follow, and even this story is not all that is known to the universe. I am but an old woman and only the Messiahs know all there is. But this is what I know."
In the beginning these was a vast emptiness. That much every child knows. What every child never hears is that in that emptiness there came to be two beings of extraordinary powers. One, called Apocalypse, was a force of such evil and darkness that even the emptiness trembled. The other was a being of such magnificent goodness that she balanced Apocalypse's evil perfectly. She was the Phoenix, and creator of our world.
Phoenix was lonely and thought longingly of children. Apocalypse knew that should she decide to create a family for herself, he would have the perfect opportunity to make chaos by making the children as evil as he was.
Phoenix first created a place where her children could live. She created the Earth. She filled it with life and love and happiness, and Apocalypse added his own creations of hate and bitterness. On the Earth she created plants and animals of great beauty and grace. She created the moon to light the unending night. She created the Heavens last, a kingdom for her as yet unformed children. She created a universe for her children to rule over and to enjoy.
She took such delight in the creation of the universe that she could hardly wait to create children for herself. Children she could love and who would love her in return.
As she started to give her children life Apocalypse sprung his plan into action. The first of this new generation came into life malformed and dark. He called himself Sinister, and knew in his first moments of life a hatred that had no end. He would not content himself to be a child, and he wanted to rule.
Phoenix was appalled and hid herself from her first child. Apocalypse also hid, but not out of fear. He thought of Sinister, not as a great creation of evil, but as a danger that could not be controlled. So he waited for Phoenix to continue, praying for a true son through whom he could control all that Phoenix had created.
Again Phoenix tried to create a child that could love, and again she was thwarted. The next to form was the Black Queen, Selene. Apocalypse laughed as Selene came into existence, for she was a true Black Queen. She immediately attached herself to Sinister, her goals the same as his. To rule all of creation.
By this time Phoenix realized the part the Apocalypse was playing in the ruination of her children. The child that came next bore in it some of the goodness of Phoenix, but not enough to fight Apocalypse's darkness. This child was Magneto. Magneto also saw himself as a leader, but he was not as powerful as the First. Apocalypse saw in him a cunningness, which he could use. Apocalypse let himself be known to this, his true son, and convinced Magneto to become Sinister's advisor. In such a position Magneto could undermine Sinister's influence, and one day rule.
Phoenix was so distressed at this time that she despaired having any decent children. She wished for children in which their desire to protect and create was greater than their desire to rule her universe. Holding on to hope she tried again to create children to love. The next two who she gave life to were Sabretooth and Lady Deathstrike. Again she had failed. These two came together, as both had violent natures, and the desire to serve and not rule. Sabretooth attached himself to his master, Magneto, and Lady Deathstrike came to serve Sinister as a bounty hunter.
Realizing that she was making progress in her children she tried again, fighting Apocalypse for control. Finally she had success! Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver were the only twins, only real siblings of Phoenix's children. They also were the only ones who held joy and love in their hearts.
Apocalypse saw the Twins and knew that he could not again create as evil or dark of children as he did in his first children. So when Phoenix created her last child, he did not interfere. White Queen was closer to the Phoenix than any of her other children. In the White Queen she had created a mother, a sister, a lover of the universe and a being of beautiful love. She had also created for Quicksilver a wife, and for Scarlet Witch a great friend.
When Phoenix saw that she had finally succeeded against Apocalypse she felt a great and terrible anger that he had interfered with her children. She then sealed him into the nothingness of the universe so that he could no longer infect the world with his evil. But knowing that without balance the universe is nothing, she made herself into a blazing ball of fire to light the Earth. She made herself our sun and gave us day and night.
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The old woman paused in her story. "You should know the rest, my children. From White Queen and Quicksilver's love, we were created."
The children clapped and laughed. "That was a great story!" "Was any of it true?" "Of course not stupid, there's no Phoenix!" "You're great!"
Only one of the children had nothing to say. The young yellow-eyed child just sat among the others with a slight smile on her face. Seeing her, the old woman smiled as well. "Come on children, it's getting late and I'm sure your mothers want you home."
There was much groaning and complaining, but the children gathered themselves up and took themselves home. All but one.
The yellow-eyed child sat in the dirt until the last child was gone. Gathering herself up, the child stood. She rose and rose until she stood as tall as the woman that she was.
"That was very well told, if a bit false," she said in an unearthly voice, her blue skin blending in so well in the darkness of dusk, that the old woman had trouble seeing her.
"Thank you, Lady of the Night."
Mystique laughed, a sound as beautiful as the Goddess of the Night herself. Mystique came to sit next to the old woman, "There are a few things that you neglected to mention."
Now it was the old woman's turn to laugh. "Like how the First Generation's loyalty to each other was."
"Nonexistent. At least in any save White Queen and Quicksilver," finished Mystique.
The old woman smiled. "I wouldn't want the children to get the wrong idea."
Mystique laughed, a sound that the old woman could have listened to forever. When she finally was silent she asked, "Will you tell them our story next?"
The old woman frowned. "That isn't a story for children."
The only response she got was the sound of the Goddess of the Night's laughter as she disappeared.
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A fire crackled and spat sparks into the air as an old woman sat watching it. Surrounding her were the children of the village, waiting to hear a story, any story. Every day that old woman would sit on her log, under the stars, watching her fire, and tell a story to the younglings of the village. She had done this for as long as anyone could remember, and no one could remember a time when she wasn't there.
"What story do you wish to hear today, my children?" the old woman asked in her gravelly voice. The children were silent, not knowing what to say. She never asked them what story they wanted to hear before, she always just told them one.
The children looked amongst each other, not being able to decide what to do. One child among the flock spoke up, "I know one you could tell."
The old woman looked amongst the children until she found the one who spoke. The child was a young looking girl with glowing yellow eyes. The old woman looked at her gave her a knowing smile, "And what story is that?"
The girl returned the smile and said, "The Beginning."
The old woman's smile grew, "I haven't told that one in awhile."
"I know," was the girl's reply.
The old woman cleared her throat and began her tale.
"Not many are aware of the tale that is about to follow, and even this story is not all that is known to the universe. I am but an old woman and only the Messiahs know all there is. But this is what I know."
In the beginning these was a vast emptiness. That much every child knows. What every child never hears is that in that emptiness there came to be two beings of extraordinary powers. One, called Apocalypse, was a force of such evil and darkness that even the emptiness trembled. The other was a being of such magnificent goodness that she balanced Apocalypse's evil perfectly. She was the Phoenix, and creator of our world.
Phoenix was lonely and thought longingly of children. Apocalypse knew that should she decide to create a family for herself, he would have the perfect opportunity to make chaos by making the children as evil as he was.
Phoenix first created a place where her children could live. She created the Earth. She filled it with life and love and happiness, and Apocalypse added his own creations of hate and bitterness. On the Earth she created plants and animals of great beauty and grace. She created the moon to light the unending night. She created the Heavens last, a kingdom for her as yet unformed children. She created a universe for her children to rule over and to enjoy.
She took such delight in the creation of the universe that she could hardly wait to create children for herself. Children she could love and who would love her in return.
As she started to give her children life Apocalypse sprung his plan into action. The first of this new generation came into life malformed and dark. He called himself Sinister, and knew in his first moments of life a hatred that had no end. He would not content himself to be a child, and he wanted to rule.
Phoenix was appalled and hid herself from her first child. Apocalypse also hid, but not out of fear. He thought of Sinister, not as a great creation of evil, but as a danger that could not be controlled. So he waited for Phoenix to continue, praying for a true son through whom he could control all that Phoenix had created.
Again Phoenix tried to create a child that could love, and again she was thwarted. The next to form was the Black Queen, Selene. Apocalypse laughed as Selene came into existence, for she was a true Black Queen. She immediately attached herself to Sinister, her goals the same as his. To rule all of creation.
By this time Phoenix realized the part the Apocalypse was playing in the ruination of her children. The child that came next bore in it some of the goodness of Phoenix, but not enough to fight Apocalypse's darkness. This child was Magneto. Magneto also saw himself as a leader, but he was not as powerful as the First. Apocalypse saw in him a cunningness, which he could use. Apocalypse let himself be known to this, his true son, and convinced Magneto to become Sinister's advisor. In such a position Magneto could undermine Sinister's influence, and one day rule.
Phoenix was so distressed at this time that she despaired having any decent children. She wished for children in which their desire to protect and create was greater than their desire to rule her universe. Holding on to hope she tried again to create children to love. The next two who she gave life to were Sabretooth and Lady Deathstrike. Again she had failed. These two came together, as both had violent natures, and the desire to serve and not rule. Sabretooth attached himself to his master, Magneto, and Lady Deathstrike came to serve Sinister as a bounty hunter.
Realizing that she was making progress in her children she tried again, fighting Apocalypse for control. Finally she had success! Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver were the only twins, only real siblings of Phoenix's children. They also were the only ones who held joy and love in their hearts.
Apocalypse saw the Twins and knew that he could not again create as evil or dark of children as he did in his first children. So when Phoenix created her last child, he did not interfere. White Queen was closer to the Phoenix than any of her other children. In the White Queen she had created a mother, a sister, a lover of the universe and a being of beautiful love. She had also created for Quicksilver a wife, and for Scarlet Witch a great friend.
When Phoenix saw that she had finally succeeded against Apocalypse she felt a great and terrible anger that he had interfered with her children. She then sealed him into the nothingness of the universe so that he could no longer infect the world with his evil. But knowing that without balance the universe is nothing, she made herself into a blazing ball of fire to light the Earth. She made herself our sun and gave us day and night.
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The old woman paused in her story. "You should know the rest, my children. From White Queen and Quicksilver's love, we were created."
The children clapped and laughed. "That was a great story!" "Was any of it true?" "Of course not stupid, there's no Phoenix!" "You're great!"
Only one of the children had nothing to say. The young yellow-eyed child just sat among the others with a slight smile on her face. Seeing her, the old woman smiled as well. "Come on children, it's getting late and I'm sure your mothers want you home."
There was much groaning and complaining, but the children gathered themselves up and took themselves home. All but one.
The yellow-eyed child sat in the dirt until the last child was gone. Gathering herself up, the child stood. She rose and rose until she stood as tall as the woman that she was.
"That was very well told, if a bit false," she said in an unearthly voice, her blue skin blending in so well in the darkness of dusk, that the old woman had trouble seeing her.
"Thank you, Lady of the Night."
Mystique laughed, a sound as beautiful as the Goddess of the Night herself. Mystique came to sit next to the old woman, "There are a few things that you neglected to mention."
Now it was the old woman's turn to laugh. "Like how the First Generation's loyalty to each other was."
"Nonexistent. At least in any save White Queen and Quicksilver," finished Mystique.
The old woman smiled. "I wouldn't want the children to get the wrong idea."
Mystique laughed, a sound that the old woman could have listened to forever. When she finally was silent she asked, "Will you tell them our story next?"
The old woman frowned. "That isn't a story for children."
The only response she got was the sound of the Goddess of the Night's laughter as she disappeared.