Kurt was falling! The ground was far below and he looked to be above a castle. He saw a flag with a dark image on it. Looked faintly like a silhouette of himself, but he didn't have time to compare.
*Bamf* He was next to the flag pole and was now holding on desperately, his tail swishing madly in fright.
He noticed a silence, so intense it was hurting his ears. He looked down and saw an enormous crowd below. Then, on a balcony right below him stood a man who wore clothes of a rich medieval king. The king was staring at him wide-eyed and surprised.
Kurt let go and dropped onto the balcony. "Erm, I, uh…" He began nervously. He was afraid of what their reactions to a blue fuzzy elf would be. "I'm Kurt?"
The king looking man dropped suddenly to his knees and laid his hands on the concrete as if praying; to him! The crowd of onlookers quickly followed suit. Kurt stared in wonder as everyone but himself sat there as if praying.
Suddenly the king sat up and hollered, "All hail Kurt!" He then went back down.
The crowed followed this action and Kurt just stared dumbly out at of them. He couldn't believe it! They hadn't run from him, they hadn't tried to beat on him, instead, they were praising him!
A woman that had been on the balcony wearing a long flowing white dress with raven black hair that seemed to have sparkling silver streaks through the long locks stood. She curtsied politely and said in a voice that seemed magical, "Come my deity, come see your rooms. We have been waiting for you." She said to him. The king then stood, followed by his guards, and then followed by the peasants. They filed into order. The beautiful woman, Kurt, the king behind him, then the guards after that and they walked into the castle.
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Kitty was falling rapidly. The narrow pathed road getting longer and larger beneath her. As she reached it and fell she phased partially through the ground to break her fall. She quickly crawled out right as she heard a bunch of voices singing loudly to odd music.
A large group of people came into view and there was three large wagons pulled by horses. Most people in the group were out of the wagons dancing. Some where singing too and others were playing instruments. Some kids and elderly people could be seen riding in the wagons.
As they came closer and began to notice her they stopped the singing and dancing and stared at her as if she were an alien. The one who appeared to be their leader approached her after the shock had worn away from him and he bowed. Kitty just stared wondering where on Earth she was and where the others were.
"May I help you ma'am?" The man asked.
Kitty stared at him for a second as she concluded that she didn't have any idea how to get back home or where home even was now.
"I'm lost. I'm not from around here." She explained. The man looked at her attire and nodded.
"I see that much…" He trailed. He then looked her in the eye and muttered something. It felt as if he was gazing into her very soul for a second. Suddenly he stood upright then waved his arm out to display the three wagons and the people. "We are entertainers; travelers. What is the name of the place you have come from? We have most likely been there."
"Erm, Bayville, New York." Kitty replied.
The man blinked. "I'm sorry, I am not familiar with that and I've been many places and never heard of it." He replied.
Kitty sighed sharply and looked around hopelessly. "Nothing looks familiar!" She said desperately.
"Here, come with us. We have enough clothing and food. We'll help you." The man said nicely. Kitty looked around nervously but knew that if she stayed where she was she'd starve. Finally she nodded and followed him.
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Jean screamed as she began to fall. Had she fallen right out of the X-jet? It didn't make sense.
She used her telekinesis to stop herself mid-air and look around. She could see something down below. She began to lower herself and saw that it was a city; looked really medieval. She never remembered anything like this in the area they had been in!
She began to lower herself to the ground but became aware that the streets of the city were not empty. On the contrary, they were bustling in a mild sort of way.
All the people on the streets dropped what they were doing to watch the flame haird girl lower herself onto the ground.
There was a silence once Jean landed and everybody was staring at her wide-eyed and jaws dropped. Not only had she just floated to the ground but she had strikingly red hair that stood out prominently.
She looked around, saw a street leading away, and took off down it. The people watched her go, but didn't follow her. She was glad, but no matter where she went she drew attention. Her long, flaming red hair wouldn't let her blend in. She began to walk nervously down the street and in her nervousness, couldn't help picking up other peoples thoughts.
_Who in the world is she?_
_It's not fair, why couldn't I be that pretty?_
_What odd clothing, I wonder where she comes from._
_What is everyone staring at? Am I missing something. Oh! Wow!_
_Is that human?_
_What did pa want me to get again?_
_I wish these people would just move!_
_Hmm… I wonder if she's a sorcererous ._
"Stop!" Jean yelled grasping her head and turning into a different street. She didn't know where she was! What was going on? The last thing she had remembered was chasing after Joseph in the X-jet, seeing him, and then was falling. It didn't make any sense. Where was she?!
Not even this alleyway was deserted and people were looking at her like she was crazy. Suddenly she felt a large hand grab her arm. She turned to see a very large man looking down at her. "You look lost." He stated firmly.
Jean was about to say yes when she thought better of it. "N-no. I know where I'm going." She said nervously, trying to pull her arm away.
"Yeah, with me." The man growled.
"What?! No!" Jean yelled pushing away. He was too strong though. She lifted her hand to use her telekinesis when a small but loud voice interrupted her.
"Leave her lone Shilleen!" It sounded like the voice of a little boy.
The man groaned as if he was annoyed. "I warned you kids to never come around here again! I'll have you're heads!" The guy growled. "Hey!" He suddenly yelled, whirling around. A little girl had stolen his money pouch.
The man released Jean and jumped at the little girl. She looked only around eight years old and that man looked as if he was going to kill her. Jean wouldn't stand for that. She used her telekinesis to stop him. Her anger growing, she knew she'd give him a piece of her mind!
She turned him around so he was facing her and held him a couple feet off the ground. "You should have been more careful before attacking strangers! You never know what could happen!" _You could meet someone like me!_ "Someone who won't take you hurting children!" _Someone who doesn't feel like being held against her will!_
The man's eyes went wide with fright. He had heard her, even when her lips hadn't moved!
"What do you have to say to those kids?!" Jean demanded.
The man didn't respond, he was too shocked. Jean could feel herself weakening though. Holding him there wasn't easy, so, with the strength she did have left, she threw him head first into a building knocking him unconscious.
The two kids in the alleyway looked frightened. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you. He, he just made me mad. I didn't want to see you two get hurt!" Jean said quickly.
The little boy smiled and walked toward her. "And we didn't want to see you get hurt. That's why we did what we did." The little boy replied. Jean smiled.
The little girl began inching toward her. "So where do you come from?" The girl asked.
Jean looked around. "Not from around here, that's certain. I don't even know how I got here, and now I've got no place to stay."
"I'll make a deal with you!" The boy said suddenly.
"Oh?" Jean asked.
"Come and protect my brothers and sisters and we'll give you a place to stay." The boy offered.
Jean smiled at him. "Of course I will. I don't want to see anything bad happen to you." She ruffled his hair and he blushed slightly. "Now, where are your parents?" She asked.
The boy frowned. "We don't have any parents. They died." He replied.
"What?" Jean asked, suddenly feeling very sorry for the little boy. "Well… come now, show me to this place and I'll take care of you." And so, they headed off.
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He was falling. Logan looked down and saw that he was going to land on a cliff. Looked as if, if he didn't have his mutant ability the fall would kill him. He'd heal though, but it'd be painful. He got ready for the impact and as it came his leg broke. He quickly let the rest of himself fall to the ground as his leg began to heal immediately.
Once his leg was healed he stood up and looked for a less painful way down. He pushed any questions of what happened and where he was away to worry about later. He had more pressing matters.
He looked around and saw that his only way down would be to jump. He cursed his luck, but jumped anyway. At impact a few more things twisted, sprained, and bruised, but he didn't think he broke anything this time. It all began to heal immediately.
Now to where he was. He sniffed the air and didn't smell the presence of any of the other X-men or Magneto's men. The air smelt different, the land, everything. He had a notion to believe that he wasn't even on the natural 'Earth' by how different everything smelt. He couldn't believe that though… that was preposterous.
He noticed then that ahead of him was a forest. Didn't seem to be inhabited by any humans; at least not as far as he could see or smell. He wandered further into the forest. He didn't know where he was going, but he didn't feel like sticking around that cliff. He had gotten a few cuts on the way down when he had come just a little too close to the side of the cliff and blood now stained it. The animals would be there soon enough.
And so, he went off in search of the missing students.
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In another place, Scott too was falling. The ground was growing larger and larger beneath him. A plain old field with a little cottage near the edge of the field. Scott didn't have time to give it any notice though. He knew he had to stop or slow the fall or he'd end up very injured when he landed. Reluctantly he put a hand to his visor and let out a thick optic beam that once it hit the ground, lowered Scott slowly to it. This was tiring though because he had to use a good portion of it and he felt weak as he lay on the ground next to the large depression his powers had left in the field.
After he had rested a few minutes he stood up and looked around. Where am I? He asked himself. The place didn't seem familiar at all. The air… it was so fresh. He had never noticed how fresh before. He took a deep breathe. He then began heading for the cottage he had seen on his way down. He didn't know where the others were, but if they too had fallen here, they probably had all gone to the same place.
As he approached the cottage he noticed that there was no doorbell and no porch light. He shrugged this off immediately and knocked on the door. A couple seconds later a woman who looked to be in her late twenties opened the door looking slightly surprised. She glanced at Scott's outfit and lifted one eyebrow. "Erm, how may I help you?" She asked, wiping her hands off on the apron she was wearing over her plain brown dress.
"I was wondering if you've seen any of my friends. A man in a wheel chair, a rather rough looking man, a red haird-"
"Wheel chair? What's that?" The woman asked confused.
"A, wheel chair? You don't know what that is?" He asked.
"Here, why don't you come in? We were just about to eat dinner, you can join us if you're not in a hurry." She offered.
"We?" Scott asked as he entered the house. As he looked around he noticed that the rooms didn't have any light bulbs or anything that looked electronical. He found this odd, but again paid little attention to it.
"Yes, my husband and I. We don't get company that often so, sorry for the mess." The woman replied as she led Scott to the kitchen. Scott looked around bewildered.
"What mess?" He asked. The place looked clean enough to him. The woman only looked at him oddly, shrugged, then continued to lead him.
"Natel, we have a guest." The woman said as she walked into the kitchen. A man sitting at the table with long dung brown hair held back in a down pony-tail and had a beard looked up at him. He lifted one bushy eyebrow at Scott's clothing, then to his wife questioningly.
"Who is it Kern?" The man asked, pushing his chair back to stand up.
Kern looked at Scott questioningly. "Uh, Scott, Scott Summers." Scott said quickly, holding his hand out to Natel. Natel took it cautiously and shook it with calloused hands.
"You a Nobel son?" He asked.
"Erm, Nobel? What do you mean?" Scott asked.
Kern and Natel exchanged glances. "Where do you come from?" Kern asked sweetly.
"I live in Bayville, New York." Scott replied.
"Bayville?" Kern asked.
"New York?" Natel questioned.
"Yeah." Scott said simply.
"You must be lost boy. How old are you?" Natel asked.
"I'm eighteen, and yes, I am lost. I don't know how I got here." Scott replied.
"Well, as far as you can remember, how did you get here?" Kern asked.
Scott shrugged. "I don't know. One minute I was in a jet and the next thing I knew… well… I was here." Scott replied.
"A jet?" Natel asked.
"I don't know honey, he's been saying things like that ever since he got here. Wheelchair, New York, and Bayville." Kern said to her husband.
"You don't know what a jet is?" Scott asked confused.
"We don't even know where you got clothes like that! Kern, give the boy some real clothes. He can eat with us tonight and explain what's going on." Natel replied before sitting back down. Kern nodded and quickly led Scott upstairs to change.
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She was falling helplessly. Rogue looked at the ground below her. Looked like a wagon path. What was a wagon path doing in New York? What was she doing free-falling?
Ah'm gonna die! Rogue suddenly thought as the ground grew rapidly below her. There's no way t'stop the fall! Ah'm gonna die! Oh Lord!
Rogue closed her eyes tightly as the ground came dangerously close. With a sudden overwhelming pain Rogue hit the ground below and her leg twisted and broke with a sickening 'crack'. But it had stopped the fall. The wind was knocked out of her and tears were blurring her vision. She had let out a pained scream when her leg had broken and she laid sprawled almost on top of it. She quickly rolled off of the injured leg and sat up and held her leg in pain.
Where am Ah? Where's the others? Rogue cringed as she tried to move. She had scraped her knee on the gravel and it was now bleeding and she knew she had a few pieces dug into her skin.
Rogue heard of horse's hooves and looked around. She saw a bunch of horses and a carriage was behind them. Rogue quickly used her arms and unbroken leg to drag herself across the path to try and get off. She set her elbow down really roughly though and scraped her elbow against a particularly sharp rock and it broke the skin.
The horses approached as Rogue still lay in the middle of the path attempting to get to her feet. She fell over though and the horses weren't that much farther.
"Hmmm… there's a commoner in the way. Run her over or throw her aside?" One of the drivers asked.
Rogue's eyes widened as she heard this and she attempted to move aside again. "Just stop the horses." The second man said.
"What? Why?" The first asked.
"Just do it." The first man replied.
"Why?" The first man asked again as he slowed.
"Well… she's obviously not from around here. Look at her clothing, and look at her hair." The second man said.
"So?" The first asked as they came to a stop.
"So, let's find out where she comes from." The second man said, getting off his horse.
"The prince won't be pleased that we've stopped!" The first said nervously. Rogue had by now managed to get onto her feet, but had all her weight on the right leg.
"Ah'll be outta yer way! Just get away from me!" She growled, holding her gloved hands up as if to stop them from coming toward her.
The second man just gave her a look as if he knew that she wouldn't be able to go anywhere, then turned back to the first man. "Tell the prince that we've run into a foreign commoner. She's even got an accent…" He said the last part as if to himself.
"Right." The first man said getting off his horse and heading toward the carriage. The second man then approached Rogue.
"What's wrong?" He asked her.
"Nothin' just leave meh alone!" Rogue growled.
"Sir Teek, why have we stopped?" A man that looked to be a squire came running toward that man that did in fact, look to be a knight of the olden days.
"This damsel in distress." Teek replied, thrusting his head in the direction of Rogue. She didn't move. She knew it would be smarter to move out of the way, but that would have meant hopping to the side of the path and she didn't really feel like making a fool out of herself.
The squire looked at the knight questioningly but shrugged and they both moved near her.
"What are y'doin'? Get away from meh!" Rogue growled.
"You shouldn't talk that way to him, he's a knight, and you're a commoner!" The squire said as he neared her.
"Ah'm warnin' you!" Rogue growled, pulling off a glove.
Sir Teek chuckled. "You're in no shape to harm us." He said to her.
"Oh? Don' be so sure!" Rogue growled holding out her naked hand. Sir Teek moved around it and grabbed onto her covered arm. "Let meh go!" Rogue yelled as she tried to make contact. The squire grabbed onto her other arm though and held it out to her side. She was surprised at the strength of the two. Even the squire was really strong.
"Now, let's see what region she's from…" Teek said as Rogue futilely struggled their grasp. The squire grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down while Sir Teek moved aside the hair on her neck.
"That's odd…" Sir Teek said as he ran his leather gloved finger over the back of her neck. "There's no tattoo. She must be from somewhere further then we thought."
"No tattoo? But all the kingdoms around here do that." The squire said, he then let go of Rogue's head and she pulled it up immediately. She had no clue what they were talking about, but was in too much pain and too angry to really care. She just wanted them to let her go.
The first man came into view. "The prince would like to see her." The first man said as he remounted his horse.
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Storm stopped herself mid-air and looked down. Looking below her she saw only water. Where am I? She asked herself. I couldn't have just fallen out of the Black Bird. That new mutant must have done something, but what? She asked. She began to fly forward. She didn't know where she was going, but the sooner she got to land the better.
It was quite a while before she did reach land and when she did the land was pretty forested. It didn't seem inhabited so she landed. She looked around and began to walk.
"Charles! Logan! Scott?" She called out. There was no reply. Not from anyone she'd want one from at least. Instead, a bunch of Indian type people emerged from the bushes in a circle around her. All of them were holding spears threateningly.
"Kcatta!" One of them screamed and all of them came rushing toward her, spears aimed for her heart.
In an instant fog covered the area and Storm soared up into the air. It began to rain and her eyes began to glow a fierce white. The Indians backed away. They could just barely see her through the fog but what they did see frightened them.
"Tahw si ti?"
"Si ehs a Diurd?"
"Nac diurds od taht?"
"Mlac nwod! Pord ruoy nopaews!" One called out. The people then lowered their spears and the man himself dropped his. Storm then lowered herself to the ground but her eyes still flared menacingly.
"Why have you attacked me?!" She demanded.
The leader looked at her confused then turned to his men as if looking for one individual. "Ecot! Llet su tahw ehs yass." The man said to someone specifically. One then walked forward.
"I am Ecot, this is Beau and he is the leader of my tribe." Ecot said with an accented voice.
Storm nodded. "And why have you attacked me?" She asked.
"We thought you were an enemy. Our enemies do not have your powers though. Nor do they speak this language." Ecot told her.
"I am no enemy, not unless you make me." She replied.
Ecot turned to Beau. "Ehs yass taht ehs si on ymene. Ton fi ew nodt ekam reh eb."
Beau nodded. "Tahw si ehs gniod ereh neht?"
Ecot turned back to Storm. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I don't know. I'm quite lost." Storm replied.
"Ehs's tsol." Ecot said to Beau. Beau nodded.
"Llet re ot emoc htiw su fi ehs esaelps." He said before turning away and yelling something else to the tribes people. They then began to walk away.
"You can come with us if you please. You're choice." Ecot said to her, before turning around too.
Storm watched them walk as she decided what she wanted to do. She had once before lived with Indians and their way of life was always appealing. Especially for a weather witch…
She followed them.
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Okay… a preview into what's going on with each of them. The next chapter will be dedicated to Xavier, the one after that to Kurt, then to Kitty and so on. It will be in the order this is in. This also means there will be a lot of chapters pretty much but I plan to have them run into each other eventually and their chapters will become one. But... if you have any ideas for any of them… let me know. I could use the help!
I was asked how Xavier knew where he was. Well… he knows what Joseph's powers are and that he can alter reality, and he found from the man that help him's mind that he was living in the medieval ages where magic is real and he just put two and two together. Joseph sent them into a different world.
Anyway… I've only played D&D twice so I don't know that much.. so help is always useful. Lol
^Crysala^