Destiny?
By sweet like chocolate
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I'm afraid the only time I own them is at night- in my dreams!
Summary: A series of encounters with Destiny and what she sees. JOTT
A/N I haven't abandoned Ocean Blue, but this was just a random idea that came to me and that I had to write down. I'm about half way through the next chap of O.B. but I'm suffering from a little writer's block. I'll try and get it up as soon as possible. Thank you so much every one who has reviewed my last stories- I think ya on a roll guys so keep it up.
Here goes…
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The reds, and browns of the leaves scattered on the grass added colour to the scene as two girls- one's hair as red as the leaves around her, and the other's a more dignified brown played next to their mother's under the trees. The air was crisp and clear, and small puffs of steam came from their mouths as they laughed.
A car sat still on the kerb of the road, blending in so subtly with it's surroundings you would not have noticed it unless you were looking. The blind women stared sightlessly from the car, sadness etched on her face.
Mystique sat next to her, morphed into a middle aged woman, impatiently watching but turning every now and then to the striking four year old girl who sat behind her, playing with her dolls. Finally she could stand it no longer.
"What do you see?" She asked the women. "Where is Magneto?"
"I do not see him." The women's voice was strangely calm yet filled with more emotion than Mystique had ever heard before.
"Why not? Whose future could be more important than his?"
Destiny did not turn but merely pointed out of the window of the car.
"Hers."
Mystique turned, expecting to see someone radiating importance, but the only people in sight were the two little girls playing on the grass with their mothers.
"Who?"
"See the young girl with the red hair." Mystique turned and looked closely noticing that one of the young girls did have vibrant red hair that hung in waves down her shoulders.
"Since when do we care of the future of children? She cannot be more than six."
"She is special." Destiny did not embellish, and the subject would have been left had it not been for the small child sitting behind them. In the trusting way small children have she asked,
"Why do you look so sad? Is her future terrible?"
Destiny paused, hesitating before answering.
"Her future is hard but she will overcome it I sense. I think she has yet to meet the person who will influence her life the most, but one she does, many new paths will open up to her- even one of true happiness. So it is not her I am sad for. It is the other child."
"Why?"
"She has no future."
Mystique looked out of the window at the two girls playing together happily in the autumn leaves and shuddered. What was life that it could pay such cruel tricks? She pulled the car slowly away and left the girls to their destiny.
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