WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR

Ororo

Ororo was combing her hair in the mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror suddenly amazed at the woman she had become.

It seemed like a complete change from her old life. She remembered how she and her sister had lost their parents. How when her home had been destroyed in a war and then had been buried alive with her parents as her home fell on top of them.

To this day she hated small spaces, they terrified her to no end.

Somehow she got her sister out, but their parents had died. Her sister never really talked about it and she didn't blame her for it. They had to take care of themselves after that. It wasn't easy, and she had to learn to steal and had to live on the streets.

They had to travel a lot keeping on the move. They traveled for a years until they came upon a tribe that took them in. Then her powers had manifested. In a dessert land where she could fly on the winds and call forth the rain she was considered a goddess.

That is until Xavier came to her. He had told her the truth and had offered her his help. She had to think it over but in the end she went with him taking her sister along. Even though she wasn't a mutant she didn't want to leave her alone.

They were both amazed at the things in America. She remembered when Amara had first came to the Institute. She had reminded her of herself and her sister so much. She had spent a lot of that time teaching the young woman from Nova Roma the things that she had never seen before.

Her life was a lot better now that she lived here. She remembered how her sister had gotten married and how she had become an aunt.

Then her thoughts turned to Evan and Ororo felt a great deal of sadness and disappointment. Not only in Evan but also in herself.

Evan was always hot headed and stubborn. She had tried her best to make him more responsible and to mold him into a better man. For a little while she had hoped she was doing just that.

Then his powers went out of control, and he left. Just like that, without a real goodbye or anything. She had to tell her own sister what had happened. Vivian had been outraged and hadn't spoken to her for a month.

She had felt awful the entire time. She felt as though she had failed both Evan and Vivian. She felt better after her sister had finally forgiven her, but she was still worried about Evan.

She heard that he never called his parents or made any contact with them. How could the boy do that do his own parents like that, it wasn't right. It was one of the main reasons she was still angry with the lad, she thought he had known better.

Also was the fact that after everything they had been through he hadn't even given the Professor or her a chance to help him. He just left with no explanation and had seemed to cut them out of his life like everyone else.

She sighed deeply.

She wished she could have helped him more, wished she could have done more. But she couldn't, but there were still the others. They still needed her, and she would be there for them.

She wouldn't fail them like she did with Evan. She wouldn't make the same mistakes she had. She also hoped that he was okay were he was, and that one day he would come back to them and his parents.