QUARTZ DIARIES
Disclaimer: X-Men characters NOT mine, duh! They belong to © Marvel Comics and to Stan Lee. Alyx RedHawk and Gaudi Von Goeth belong to me; Twist, Connor and Lucea belong to Callie; Chiara, Yuako and Simon belong to Faye; Silence, Marcus and Streak belong to Julz... unless stated otherwise.
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Alyx put the heavy book on the table made of red shinny stone as she sat on a chair made of the same material and closed her eyes breathing in the soft perfumes of that late spring evening. It was around sunset and the temperature was still warm. Playing with a long lock of her black blue-ish hair, her pale blue eyes turned at her right. In front of the garage, Twist and Silence were washing her black bike, sometimes hitting each other with the white cleaning foam, laughing and chasing each other. She smiled. They where the perfect couple, the Ying and the Yang of the same medal. They deserved those relaxed moments.Looking at her left side, the sound of a ball bouncing came to her ears and she opened a smile. Inside the basketball court, two persons were playing, a boy and a girl: Gaudi and Lucea. Lucea, with her bright long purple hair floating around her, was clearly winning but Gaudi didn't seem to bother. Being with her seemed to be the best reward, even if he had to be humiliated by being defeated by a girl on a game. Every time the ball went to the hoop, he ran behind Lucea to lock her in his arms and kiss her until the girl was gasping for air. Looking forward, she saw Chiara and Connor going inside the kitchen, another of the institute's couples.
She looked at the table. It had been there for a time. She had made it in a display of her first control of her powers. Nor neither fights nor the elements of nature had been able to destroy that table and those chairs, placed on the shade of a big tree, near the lake. Opened breaches on it, yes, but not break it. No one could break the result of her powers. Yes, she was a mutant and finely seemed to have come to terms with that... her eyes fell the to the book again.
It was a bit thick and its worn-out looking cover was made of hard dark red leather... like and old medieval book. It had a carving of a Cherokee hawk on the cover, as well as her name... Alyx RedHawk. The pen she was holding touched her lips in quick pats while she looked at it in silence, the wind running among her hair and the tree leafs that whispered. She finely opened it on a blank page, but after a couple of minutes looking at it, she opened it on the first pages, giggling in mute at the sight of her handwriting as a 6 year-old. She started to read...
"Saturday, March 13th, '93
YAY! My birthday was today and mom gave me this diary that has my name and all! I love it and I promised mom that I'll write on it everyday! Dad wasn't here for my party, he had to work... that made me sad, I wanted him here. Gaudi kept on teasing me because of that. He's so mean sometimes! I hate to be his little sister! Helga and Gerte came to my party, I told mom I didn't want to invite them, but they came. Besides, Gaudi invited all of his friends! I thought this was my party! I don't like them, they splat my face on the jelly while mom wasn't looking!!
Anyway, mom gave this to me and explained that all the girls from her tribe get a diary with their name on it as a birthday gift when then turn 6! I won mine! Take that Gaudi! Ah! I wish I could see the place where she was born, on the United States. She says I have an uncle named Joe GreyWolf there... strange! Oh! Dad arrived!
YAY!!!! He gave me a silver ring with my name and written "Vögelchen" on the inside! That's what dad calls me, it means "Birdie!" Too bad Gaudi got one too... he doesn't deserve, he's always teasing me and pushing my braid and stealing my teddies to used them as sling-shot target... and he and his friends don't let me play with them! I might just tell that to dad! Well, gotta go now, still have to get dad a piece of cake!
Bye-bye!, Alyx."
Lost in the wind, a yell from Lucea came to her ears and Alyx turned to the next page.
