X-Men: Unleashed
By: Kari_Wonder
Chapter One: Lies and Tragedy
Author's Note: Don't ask me why I named the chapter Lies and Tragedy. I intend to have a really major scene where Xavier finds out that one of his friends is dead. Also, there is a lot of invented language. I will try to get all of the invented words in italics. ************************************************************************
Candlelight flickered in the corner of the dark room as a young woman lay sleeping. Her shallow breaths were loud and heard by the whole family, even her youngest son who was supposed to be at the temple, training for the rest of his foretold life.
"Papa, is mom going to be okay?" asked the eldest boy in the room. He was tall and very bony.
"Of course, when Master Yoshi returns from Lekuskai, he will heal her, my dear Jonohai.
"No, she won't father. I have tested the poison, it is a form of stuke'. I fear that Master Yoshi will not be able to get back in time with this forlorn weather." The youngest child countered. Despite being the youngest at the age of thirteen, his wisdom and knowledge often surpassed that of the village elders. He was well learned in the history of his people and family as well as many other subjects. He often felt that he was meant to live a lonely life. Though he didn't show it at the moment, his mother was indeed the most important person in his life.
"Tomakai, you must have some hope left. Your mother is strong."
"Strong yes, but not as strong as she was when she was young as I. I do not mean to show little hope, but it has been foretold to me that she shall not live much longer. And though I may refuse that vision, I know in my heart that it is the will of the gods." The boy walked to his mother and sighed. "Siaku lonake' sutkei lamoskai." He spoke a verse well known to all of the Prophecian peoples. The exact words were; "The will shall be."
The boy was the last one to leave her side. Before she had taken her last breath, she had given her youngest son words of wisdom only the dying know. His eyes, which were normally bright and full of color, were now black with hatred and fear. The hate was for the Rebels who had administered the poison. The fear however, was for many. He feared for all around him. He had watched two of his kin die right before him without being able to stop the tragedies. First it had been his dear grandmother, now it was his own mother who had gone to the island of souls. He knew that he would be expected to help prepare the fire to cremate her, as the foreigners called it. He liked to call it the fire of purity. He slowly augmented from his seat by her side. He marched to the area the fire would be set. It would be his job to collect the remnants of the blaze soon after the fire was expired. He also knew that he would have to find a way to contact his mother's dearest friend and teacher; a man by the name of Professor Charles Xavier. ************************************************************************
Dear Professor Xavier, I am sorry to deliver such tragic news. You may not yet know who I am. My mother is Ericka' Larkinez. I am in great sorrow to carry the burden of my mother's will. I have written to inform you that my mother died on the morn of March 19, the end of the old year. It would be a great honor if you would come...........................
The rest of the letter was badly smudged and literally unreadable to the professor. He called the whole of the institute to alert. ************************************************************************
To Be Continued
By: Kari_Wonder
Chapter One: Lies and Tragedy
Author's Note: Don't ask me why I named the chapter Lies and Tragedy. I intend to have a really major scene where Xavier finds out that one of his friends is dead. Also, there is a lot of invented language. I will try to get all of the invented words in italics. ************************************************************************
Candlelight flickered in the corner of the dark room as a young woman lay sleeping. Her shallow breaths were loud and heard by the whole family, even her youngest son who was supposed to be at the temple, training for the rest of his foretold life.
"Papa, is mom going to be okay?" asked the eldest boy in the room. He was tall and very bony.
"Of course, when Master Yoshi returns from Lekuskai, he will heal her, my dear Jonohai.
"No, she won't father. I have tested the poison, it is a form of stuke'. I fear that Master Yoshi will not be able to get back in time with this forlorn weather." The youngest child countered. Despite being the youngest at the age of thirteen, his wisdom and knowledge often surpassed that of the village elders. He was well learned in the history of his people and family as well as many other subjects. He often felt that he was meant to live a lonely life. Though he didn't show it at the moment, his mother was indeed the most important person in his life.
"Tomakai, you must have some hope left. Your mother is strong."
"Strong yes, but not as strong as she was when she was young as I. I do not mean to show little hope, but it has been foretold to me that she shall not live much longer. And though I may refuse that vision, I know in my heart that it is the will of the gods." The boy walked to his mother and sighed. "Siaku lonake' sutkei lamoskai." He spoke a verse well known to all of the Prophecian peoples. The exact words were; "The will shall be."
The boy was the last one to leave her side. Before she had taken her last breath, she had given her youngest son words of wisdom only the dying know. His eyes, which were normally bright and full of color, were now black with hatred and fear. The hate was for the Rebels who had administered the poison. The fear however, was for many. He feared for all around him. He had watched two of his kin die right before him without being able to stop the tragedies. First it had been his dear grandmother, now it was his own mother who had gone to the island of souls. He knew that he would be expected to help prepare the fire to cremate her, as the foreigners called it. He liked to call it the fire of purity. He slowly augmented from his seat by her side. He marched to the area the fire would be set. It would be his job to collect the remnants of the blaze soon after the fire was expired. He also knew that he would have to find a way to contact his mother's dearest friend and teacher; a man by the name of Professor Charles Xavier. ************************************************************************
Dear Professor Xavier, I am sorry to deliver such tragic news. You may not yet know who I am. My mother is Ericka' Larkinez. I am in great sorrow to carry the burden of my mother's will. I have written to inform you that my mother died on the morn of March 19, the end of the old year. It would be a great honor if you would come...........................
The rest of the letter was badly smudged and literally unreadable to the professor. He called the whole of the institute to alert. ************************************************************************
To Be Continued