Chapter One: Memories
My master should have been dead but he wasn't and he had
plans for me. He was a mage, a user of wand less magic, and the
holder of great power. You see there are two requirements to
become a mage. 1) You must be a witch. My exploding milk carton
trick was my first use of magic, but it would not be my last. 2)
You must have a vengeful spirit, and after my father sold me to
this snake I had a truly vengeful spirit. Later my master and my
fellow apprentice, The Rat, would join him on my list of people
I wanted to see dead. At age three I was a quick learner and had
soon easily surpassed The Rat. My first tattooing- mage
apprentices tattoos as they progress till the ink covers their
back then they are masters- revealed that my symbol was half a
sun. My master interpreted it as a sunset, the falling that
plunges the world into darkness. Therefore I was Sunset like my
fellow apprentice was Rat.
At age eight, five years after I had begun my training, I
had reached my mastership, and had seen and caused the death of
many innocents. But I was very tired of taking orders from a
snake stuck to the back of the head of a stuttering fool. So as
soon as I had received my last tattoo and was free of my master
I ran. And they chased me.
***Flashback***
A girl of about eight with a long brown braid was running
as fast as her legs would carry her through a busy airport. Men
in black suits chased her. The girl was showing speed and
agility that could be considered unnatural. Finally the girl
came to a dead end. Without thinking she ran right into the wall
smashing it into a million pieces. This caused the men following
her to stop in surprise. When she could no longer hear their
footsteps the girl turned around but didn't stop running. This
caused her to run into a bald man in a wheel chair. She was
about to apologize and run away when a woman with white hair and
dark skin picked her up.
"Don't worry." She said, "We won't let them hurt you." The
girl looked over the woman's shoulder to see a rough man with
seemingly blue hair, and for the first time in her short life
Sharah Kelley felt safe and protected from snakes, rats, and
death eaters.
Sharah looked over her shoulder to see the death eaters
walking the other way.
"Hello" said the white-haired woman "I'm Orora."
Sharah looked at the woman an inner battle raging on
whether or not to tell the woman her name, but the kind smile
won her over. "I'm Sharah."
"Well Sharah," said Orora "This is Professor Xavier, you
can call him Professor, this is Mr. Logan." She pointed to the
blue haired man, "and this is Scott." She pointed to the boy
behind her. He had auburn hair but Sharah couldn't tell his eye
color because he was wearing sunglasses.
***End Flashback***
It was only later that I would wonder how I had been able
to navigate the crowd with such agility and speed and then break
the wall like that, but I would become glad that I had for those
abilities were what alerted Professor Xavier to my existence.
That was the first time I had ever used my mutant gifts of super
speed, super strength, and amazing agility. The next problem I
had to face was that of my custody. If my mom found out that I
was not dead she would immediately want me back, but I did not
want to go back to my father. So becoming a legal ward of the
Institute like Scott was was out of the question. The government
would ask too many questions. Adoption was much easier. So miss
Orora Munroe and Mr. Logan agreed to adopt me, and thanks to
them I finally got rid of my father's name. I was now Sharah
Logan. Much to Logan's displeasure, I began calling him and
Orora dad and mom. But hey I was eight and had never had real
parents before.
"The only ones I ever told my whole past were my parents
(yeah I considered them my parents) and Professor Xavier.
"The last big turning point in my life was when I was
eleven and got my Hogwarts letter. We decided it was okay if
Scott knew of the uniqueness of my new school. He didn't want to
believe till we got to Diagon Alley. I was surprised to be
invited to Hogwarts and not Salem Academy. I suppose all the
years spent in England must have brought me to their attention.
Although things didn't get exciting till the summer after
fifth year I believe it would be best to begin my story at my
sorting feast.
My master should have been dead but he wasn't and he had
plans for me. He was a mage, a user of wand less magic, and the
holder of great power. You see there are two requirements to
become a mage. 1) You must be a witch. My exploding milk carton
trick was my first use of magic, but it would not be my last. 2)
You must have a vengeful spirit, and after my father sold me to
this snake I had a truly vengeful spirit. Later my master and my
fellow apprentice, The Rat, would join him on my list of people
I wanted to see dead. At age three I was a quick learner and had
soon easily surpassed The Rat. My first tattooing- mage
apprentices tattoos as they progress till the ink covers their
back then they are masters- revealed that my symbol was half a
sun. My master interpreted it as a sunset, the falling that
plunges the world into darkness. Therefore I was Sunset like my
fellow apprentice was Rat.
At age eight, five years after I had begun my training, I
had reached my mastership, and had seen and caused the death of
many innocents. But I was very tired of taking orders from a
snake stuck to the back of the head of a stuttering fool. So as
soon as I had received my last tattoo and was free of my master
I ran. And they chased me.
***Flashback***
A girl of about eight with a long brown braid was running
as fast as her legs would carry her through a busy airport. Men
in black suits chased her. The girl was showing speed and
agility that could be considered unnatural. Finally the girl
came to a dead end. Without thinking she ran right into the wall
smashing it into a million pieces. This caused the men following
her to stop in surprise. When she could no longer hear their
footsteps the girl turned around but didn't stop running. This
caused her to run into a bald man in a wheel chair. She was
about to apologize and run away when a woman with white hair and
dark skin picked her up.
"Don't worry." She said, "We won't let them hurt you." The
girl looked over the woman's shoulder to see a rough man with
seemingly blue hair, and for the first time in her short life
Sharah Kelley felt safe and protected from snakes, rats, and
death eaters.
Sharah looked over her shoulder to see the death eaters
walking the other way.
"Hello" said the white-haired woman "I'm Orora."
Sharah looked at the woman an inner battle raging on
whether or not to tell the woman her name, but the kind smile
won her over. "I'm Sharah."
"Well Sharah," said Orora "This is Professor Xavier, you
can call him Professor, this is Mr. Logan." She pointed to the
blue haired man, "and this is Scott." She pointed to the boy
behind her. He had auburn hair but Sharah couldn't tell his eye
color because he was wearing sunglasses.
***End Flashback***
It was only later that I would wonder how I had been able
to navigate the crowd with such agility and speed and then break
the wall like that, but I would become glad that I had for those
abilities were what alerted Professor Xavier to my existence.
That was the first time I had ever used my mutant gifts of super
speed, super strength, and amazing agility. The next problem I
had to face was that of my custody. If my mom found out that I
was not dead she would immediately want me back, but I did not
want to go back to my father. So becoming a legal ward of the
Institute like Scott was was out of the question. The government
would ask too many questions. Adoption was much easier. So miss
Orora Munroe and Mr. Logan agreed to adopt me, and thanks to
them I finally got rid of my father's name. I was now Sharah
Logan. Much to Logan's displeasure, I began calling him and
Orora dad and mom. But hey I was eight and had never had real
parents before.
"The only ones I ever told my whole past were my parents
(yeah I considered them my parents) and Professor Xavier.
"The last big turning point in my life was when I was
eleven and got my Hogwarts letter. We decided it was okay if
Scott knew of the uniqueness of my new school. He didn't want to
believe till we got to Diagon Alley. I was surprised to be
invited to Hogwarts and not Salem Academy. I suppose all the
years spent in England must have brought me to their attention.
Although things didn't get exciting till the summer after
fifth year I believe it would be best to begin my story at my
sorting feast.
