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Weeble Wobble Roberto is half black, Sunspot has a black father and a white mother. Since his father was a rags-to-riches millionaire, there were other who resented a black man having come so far. In Marvel Graphic Novel 4 (the first New Mutants story) a boy attacks Berto with a racist slur during a soccer match and his powers ignite.
ldypebsaby Sorry don't know what went wrong, I did have a complete chapter but I uploaded the wrong version sorry, thanks for the reminder. So here is the complete version.
Amara's Story Amara Aquilla sat upon her seat in the X-jet looking at her happy smiling subjects it wasn't always like that she was once a peasant, Nova Roma was an ancient civilisation it dated back to a Roman fleet that became lost and shipwrecked in Brazil of all places, they settled down in the rainforest they mingled with the locals producing a thriving community with many families. These two 'tribes' refused to advance technologically and live a 'primitive' lifestyle even to this day.
Amara sat remembering her life in Brazil.
She was born into the royalty of the Roma Nova society, when she was growing up she wasn't allowed to play with any of the peasant children only royalty, unfortunately she was the only royal child so she grew up alone. She remembered one of the happiest times of her life when her parents had helped her escape from the palace grounds to the village so she could play for a day. The social structure was a little different in Nova Roma then other places, firstly the royal family sat in the lap of luxury and had all the power over their land except none over themselves and their family all of that power was given to advisors who made sure that the millions of rules about conduct were obeyed.
Amara remembered running she was about 9 when her parents let her leave, she headed to the village, firstly of course she wandered through the jungle taking in the sights and sounds, previously when she had came she was carried and enclosed by curtains so she had never really saw anything. She took in the smells and the sights, the colours, the noise of animals along the worn path. Suddenly she heard a noise she had never heard, it was uplifting to her it made her want to sing it felt so good on her hears after the silence of her life at the palace, she wasn't sure what it was as she crept forward trying to sneak up on the animal which had made it. She peaked over a rock and saw a miraculous sight, a huge grin spread across her face it was children running and laughing and playing. She wanted to join in but hadn't really been around other children much before so she hung back and watched. She was distracted in her thoughts so distracted she didn't notice a hoop roll over to her followed by a little boy sent to retrieve it.
'Hello' the boy said only this word and stood smiling.
'Hello' replied Amara a little unsure of what to do next.
'Will you come and play?' asks the boy still smiling.
Amara thought for a second she wasn't sure if this was right and proper, then she thought forget the rules. She was like that she could be a little impulsive that is of course when her schedule allowed it.
'Ok' she smiled at the boy as he offered his hand dragging her and the hoop into the square of the village where the others played.
The game was much like soccer but with a hoop and you could touch it with your hands occasionally. It took Amara a while to pick up the rules and to loosen up from her stuffy life before she started to enjoy herself. Hours passed as they played suddenly the laughter stopped as the children dropped to their knees and bowed faces in the dirt in worship. She thought she had been found out as she slowly backed away from the bowing children into something that had not been there earlier, slowly she looked up to see Selene the families adviser looking down at the dirty princess disapprovingly.
Amara remembers crying that night as her parents argued with Selene long into the night; they wished her to play and to see other children but that is not the way it was to be.
Years passed and Amara lost all hope of the life she wanted, a fun life, a happy life. She was thirteen. One night she awoke to great chaos in the palace as she ran from her room she ran down the corridor avoiding trying to speak to servants who just ignored her and kept running, she quickly ran to the throne room, there she stood looking onwards at her mother and father, they were kneeling hands tied behind their back, her father was bleeding badly before him stood Selene and a lot of guards.
'We have taken control of the palace' spoke Selene till Amara's father interrupted 'You will receive death for this Selene.' Selene began to laugh 'We are in charge now, I am the queen now I will rule how you should have....Once I sacrifice your daughter to our god, the volcano god, I will be immortal.' Selene began to laugh evilly as Amara's mother began to cry, they looked up and saw Amara her father mouthed something to her 'run' she still stood looking as her parents rose to their feet, The king barged at the soldiers while the queen tackled Selene to the ground. 'Run!' screamed her mother as Selene looked to the door 'get her' screamed Selene, Amara wasted little time fleeing through a window into the palace grounds running as fast as she could she soon disappeared into the jungle. Hours passed as she ran and ran dawn was breaking now and she was miles away, she saw a village and approached it, it was the village of Amazonian Indians those who do not fall under nova Roma's rule.
Amara fled into the village in tears she broke down in the centre of the village, some people came from their huts and comforted her, they listen to what had happened, realising nothing they could do they took her into a hut to spend the night. They promised in the morning traders would go to Nova Roma and find what had happened. Amara spent the rest of the night staring into the night through the door of the hut tears streaming down her face.
The next afternoon Amara sat with the village leaders, she only spoke when asked to and had not eaten, the traders came back and headed straight for the leaders hut.
'Nova Roma is under new rule, no one knows where the old king and queen are some say imprisoned some say dead.' Amara broke down in tears again as the trader spoke those words; she was quickly comforted by a woman in the hut as the trader continued.
'They offered us a great reward for information on the emperor's daughter who escaped during the night, they need her for something.' Amara looked up to the leaders and found all were looking at her. 'They want to sacrifice me.'
The whole hut looked shocked by this statement, 'Our time here was coming to an end, we must leave early, and you shall come with us for your protection.' The chief sent the word out and within hours it was like they were never there apart from the large clearing in the forest.
Time passed and people grew older, Amara was now fifteen, she had grown into a happy girl, she had many friends and lived as the daughter of a widow although the sorrow of what happened to her parents crushed her inside. The Amazonian Indians returned to the same area they had been years earlier when they found Amara, Amara was a little dismayed at this; this was the closest she had been to Nova Roma since that night. The tribe had lived in this home for about 5 months when Amara finally decided she must know, she pleaded with the chief who allowed it. The next she would return to Nova Roma with the traders.
The night passed slowly as Amara could not sleep, the next morning the traders and Amara headed out into the jungle towards Nova Roma, as they walked Amara remembered when she had wandered through the jungle as a child, she was used to it and so no longer took in the sights, sounds and smells with such delight but they did fill her with warmth. Slowly they wandered through the jungle before eventually reaching Nova Roma.
Amara quietly followed the traders taking in the sights, the area did not look like she had remembered, there were no laughing children no happy smiling from the citizens. Amara approached an old woman.
'Hello, I was wondering if you could help me. When I was younger my family passed through here and it was so full of life, what happened here?' asked Amara as she helped the woman wash her clothing.
'That must have been during the reign of the Aquillas, they were a good family, they had a daughter she was beautiful, I remember seeing her once, truly beautiful. The Aquillas were over thrown by a cruel woman by the name of Selene, she is our queen, we are forced to stay here and work to keep her in luxury, she waits for the Aquilla child to return so she can be cast into the volcano, Queen Selene believes this will grant her immortal life.'
'The Aquillas were killed?' Amara asked trying to sound inconspicuous.
'No, no, no they live imprisoned in chains, Selene believes that they must be sacrificed with their daughter to grant her the immortality she so desires.'
Amara gasps at the news her parents' live, she looks up to see the trades gone and they had left not noticing she had paused to talk. Amara quickly tried to follow turning a corner she came face to face with twenty armed guards standing behind a woman she recognised instantly.
Selene spoke 'Amara, I knew you would return' the guards seized her and dragged her behind Selene to the palace. Selene leads some guards with Amara in toe down long corridors, and down a large spiralling set of stairs, Selene picks up a torch which burns with a brilliant flame casting distorted shadows of the group on the dark damp walls. Amara is dragged roughly and thrown into a cell. She screams as she runs to the door banging with her fist trying to get out. When she realises that it will do no good she slides down the door in tears.
'Do not cry child.' Came a voice, the voice was familiar, from the shadows stepped a woman; she was gaunt and looked tired and sick.
'Mother' cried Amara as she rushed to her mother holding her close.
'Sorry child I am not your mother, my daughter is gone she escaped this and I hope she will never return' spoke Amara's mother.
'Oh but she is your daughter, one of the traders betrayed her for riches, princess Amara Aquilla returned to her family, enjoy it while you can tomorrow is your last day' came Selene's voice from behind the door.
'Amara' a voice spoke from the darkness and a figure wearily stepped forward it was Amara's father though he was not the man she remembered, he too looked close to death as he hugged her. The whole family sat in tears holding one another close; it took an hour before anyone spoke.
'I'm sorry I left you like this, I should have came back to rescue you' cried Amara horrified by what she saw.
'No child, you fleeing was the only thing that kept us going, you should not have returned, where have you been?' asked her father. Amara began to recount her life since she had left; they spent the rest of the night in one another's arms.
The next morning the guards arrived and beat the family into submission when they tried to defend themselves. One by one they were gathered on the top of the volcano, the three stood flanked by guards as Selene stood before them.
'Aquillas your deaths will grant me eternal life, I just thought it may be a comforting idea for you' Selene smiled evilly as she spoke these words.
Selene began some sort of ritual as she lit torches and danced around, chanting mystical sounding words, she approached the royalty drawing a knife from her belt she dragged it across the queens forehead. As she screamed blood flowed down her head and into her mouth, Selene dragged her fingers through the blood drawing on her own face with it. Selene kept chanting as she moved onto the true King she dragged her blade across his head, the brave warrior flinched but made no noise as blood trickled down his face again she smeared it across her face chanting before moving onto Amara. Selene crouched to Amara's height as she drew her blade across her forehead Selene smeared Amara's blood across her face and smiled. Amara dropped her head till Selene lifted it sharply by her chin; Amara exhaled quickly spitting in Selene's face. Selene motioned to the guard who hit Amara with the blunt end of his spear before dragging her to the edge of the volcano, Selene performed more of her ritual drinking the blood of the three before finally motioning, almost unceremoniously with no gestures or chants she pushed Amara into the volcano, as Amara hit the lava her mother screamed breaking down in tears.
'Now, I will be all powerful' roared Selene as she signalled for the parents to be thrown into the volcano as well, the face of the guards went wide as they dropped to their knees in front of Selene. Selene smiled as she revealed in the worship, she suddenly got a strange feeling as she turned and came face to face with a wall of lava on top of the lava stood a being made of that lava, Selene too dropped to her knees in worship of her god. Her god seemed angry as she began to hurl lava and fire at the guards burning them to death instantly, the being from the volcano looked at Selene, Selene realised this was not good as she ran for the edge of the volcano. The being let her get within steps of the edge as she hurled a fire ball dislodging the earth below her, Selene fell from the volcano screaming as she disappeared over the edge falling, the being looks over the edge to se Selene hanging by her arm to a rock.
The being suddenly screams as the volcano behind it explodes raining lava across the jungle, the king and queen flee down the track as lava continues to flow over the side and down the track quickly behind them, The being continued to scream and yell as the volcano continued to spew lava. In the city of Nova Roma the subjects of the royal family run and scream as giant balls of magma and rock rain down upon their heads, suddenly as quickly as it arose the being collapsed as the lava hardened they being reverted to being plain old Amara.
The next day Amara awoke beside a bald man in a wheel chair, such a device she had never seen. Her father who had been restored to the throne had agreed to let his daughter be trained in the use of her powers because he knew otherwise they would lead to greater evil, in her anger she almost destroyed their civilisation.
The next day Amara left with Xavier, Storm and another Brazilian by the name of Roberto De Costa, It took at least two hours to get Amara to step onto the plane as she was quite scared of it and there was a huge city wide party in celebration of the end of Selene and the birth of the god Amara which went long into the night.
A/N On the next X-men Evolution, Bobby Drake is a normal teen or is he?
Weeble Wobble Roberto is half black, Sunspot has a black father and a white mother. Since his father was a rags-to-riches millionaire, there were other who resented a black man having come so far. In Marvel Graphic Novel 4 (the first New Mutants story) a boy attacks Berto with a racist slur during a soccer match and his powers ignite.
ldypebsaby Sorry don't know what went wrong, I did have a complete chapter but I uploaded the wrong version sorry, thanks for the reminder. So here is the complete version.
Amara's Story Amara Aquilla sat upon her seat in the X-jet looking at her happy smiling subjects it wasn't always like that she was once a peasant, Nova Roma was an ancient civilisation it dated back to a Roman fleet that became lost and shipwrecked in Brazil of all places, they settled down in the rainforest they mingled with the locals producing a thriving community with many families. These two 'tribes' refused to advance technologically and live a 'primitive' lifestyle even to this day.
Amara sat remembering her life in Brazil.
She was born into the royalty of the Roma Nova society, when she was growing up she wasn't allowed to play with any of the peasant children only royalty, unfortunately she was the only royal child so she grew up alone. She remembered one of the happiest times of her life when her parents had helped her escape from the palace grounds to the village so she could play for a day. The social structure was a little different in Nova Roma then other places, firstly the royal family sat in the lap of luxury and had all the power over their land except none over themselves and their family all of that power was given to advisors who made sure that the millions of rules about conduct were obeyed.
Amara remembered running she was about 9 when her parents let her leave, she headed to the village, firstly of course she wandered through the jungle taking in the sights and sounds, previously when she had came she was carried and enclosed by curtains so she had never really saw anything. She took in the smells and the sights, the colours, the noise of animals along the worn path. Suddenly she heard a noise she had never heard, it was uplifting to her it made her want to sing it felt so good on her hears after the silence of her life at the palace, she wasn't sure what it was as she crept forward trying to sneak up on the animal which had made it. She peaked over a rock and saw a miraculous sight, a huge grin spread across her face it was children running and laughing and playing. She wanted to join in but hadn't really been around other children much before so she hung back and watched. She was distracted in her thoughts so distracted she didn't notice a hoop roll over to her followed by a little boy sent to retrieve it.
'Hello' the boy said only this word and stood smiling.
'Hello' replied Amara a little unsure of what to do next.
'Will you come and play?' asks the boy still smiling.
Amara thought for a second she wasn't sure if this was right and proper, then she thought forget the rules. She was like that she could be a little impulsive that is of course when her schedule allowed it.
'Ok' she smiled at the boy as he offered his hand dragging her and the hoop into the square of the village where the others played.
The game was much like soccer but with a hoop and you could touch it with your hands occasionally. It took Amara a while to pick up the rules and to loosen up from her stuffy life before she started to enjoy herself. Hours passed as they played suddenly the laughter stopped as the children dropped to their knees and bowed faces in the dirt in worship. She thought she had been found out as she slowly backed away from the bowing children into something that had not been there earlier, slowly she looked up to see Selene the families adviser looking down at the dirty princess disapprovingly.
Amara remembers crying that night as her parents argued with Selene long into the night; they wished her to play and to see other children but that is not the way it was to be.
Years passed and Amara lost all hope of the life she wanted, a fun life, a happy life. She was thirteen. One night she awoke to great chaos in the palace as she ran from her room she ran down the corridor avoiding trying to speak to servants who just ignored her and kept running, she quickly ran to the throne room, there she stood looking onwards at her mother and father, they were kneeling hands tied behind their back, her father was bleeding badly before him stood Selene and a lot of guards.
'We have taken control of the palace' spoke Selene till Amara's father interrupted 'You will receive death for this Selene.' Selene began to laugh 'We are in charge now, I am the queen now I will rule how you should have....Once I sacrifice your daughter to our god, the volcano god, I will be immortal.' Selene began to laugh evilly as Amara's mother began to cry, they looked up and saw Amara her father mouthed something to her 'run' she still stood looking as her parents rose to their feet, The king barged at the soldiers while the queen tackled Selene to the ground. 'Run!' screamed her mother as Selene looked to the door 'get her' screamed Selene, Amara wasted little time fleeing through a window into the palace grounds running as fast as she could she soon disappeared into the jungle. Hours passed as she ran and ran dawn was breaking now and she was miles away, she saw a village and approached it, it was the village of Amazonian Indians those who do not fall under nova Roma's rule.
Amara fled into the village in tears she broke down in the centre of the village, some people came from their huts and comforted her, they listen to what had happened, realising nothing they could do they took her into a hut to spend the night. They promised in the morning traders would go to Nova Roma and find what had happened. Amara spent the rest of the night staring into the night through the door of the hut tears streaming down her face.
The next afternoon Amara sat with the village leaders, she only spoke when asked to and had not eaten, the traders came back and headed straight for the leaders hut.
'Nova Roma is under new rule, no one knows where the old king and queen are some say imprisoned some say dead.' Amara broke down in tears again as the trader spoke those words; she was quickly comforted by a woman in the hut as the trader continued.
'They offered us a great reward for information on the emperor's daughter who escaped during the night, they need her for something.' Amara looked up to the leaders and found all were looking at her. 'They want to sacrifice me.'
The whole hut looked shocked by this statement, 'Our time here was coming to an end, we must leave early, and you shall come with us for your protection.' The chief sent the word out and within hours it was like they were never there apart from the large clearing in the forest.
Time passed and people grew older, Amara was now fifteen, she had grown into a happy girl, she had many friends and lived as the daughter of a widow although the sorrow of what happened to her parents crushed her inside. The Amazonian Indians returned to the same area they had been years earlier when they found Amara, Amara was a little dismayed at this; this was the closest she had been to Nova Roma since that night. The tribe had lived in this home for about 5 months when Amara finally decided she must know, she pleaded with the chief who allowed it. The next she would return to Nova Roma with the traders.
The night passed slowly as Amara could not sleep, the next morning the traders and Amara headed out into the jungle towards Nova Roma, as they walked Amara remembered when she had wandered through the jungle as a child, she was used to it and so no longer took in the sights, sounds and smells with such delight but they did fill her with warmth. Slowly they wandered through the jungle before eventually reaching Nova Roma.
Amara quietly followed the traders taking in the sights, the area did not look like she had remembered, there were no laughing children no happy smiling from the citizens. Amara approached an old woman.
'Hello, I was wondering if you could help me. When I was younger my family passed through here and it was so full of life, what happened here?' asked Amara as she helped the woman wash her clothing.
'That must have been during the reign of the Aquillas, they were a good family, they had a daughter she was beautiful, I remember seeing her once, truly beautiful. The Aquillas were over thrown by a cruel woman by the name of Selene, she is our queen, we are forced to stay here and work to keep her in luxury, she waits for the Aquilla child to return so she can be cast into the volcano, Queen Selene believes this will grant her immortal life.'
'The Aquillas were killed?' Amara asked trying to sound inconspicuous.
'No, no, no they live imprisoned in chains, Selene believes that they must be sacrificed with their daughter to grant her the immortality she so desires.'
Amara gasps at the news her parents' live, she looks up to see the trades gone and they had left not noticing she had paused to talk. Amara quickly tried to follow turning a corner she came face to face with twenty armed guards standing behind a woman she recognised instantly.
Selene spoke 'Amara, I knew you would return' the guards seized her and dragged her behind Selene to the palace. Selene leads some guards with Amara in toe down long corridors, and down a large spiralling set of stairs, Selene picks up a torch which burns with a brilliant flame casting distorted shadows of the group on the dark damp walls. Amara is dragged roughly and thrown into a cell. She screams as she runs to the door banging with her fist trying to get out. When she realises that it will do no good she slides down the door in tears.
'Do not cry child.' Came a voice, the voice was familiar, from the shadows stepped a woman; she was gaunt and looked tired and sick.
'Mother' cried Amara as she rushed to her mother holding her close.
'Sorry child I am not your mother, my daughter is gone she escaped this and I hope she will never return' spoke Amara's mother.
'Oh but she is your daughter, one of the traders betrayed her for riches, princess Amara Aquilla returned to her family, enjoy it while you can tomorrow is your last day' came Selene's voice from behind the door.
'Amara' a voice spoke from the darkness and a figure wearily stepped forward it was Amara's father though he was not the man she remembered, he too looked close to death as he hugged her. The whole family sat in tears holding one another close; it took an hour before anyone spoke.
'I'm sorry I left you like this, I should have came back to rescue you' cried Amara horrified by what she saw.
'No child, you fleeing was the only thing that kept us going, you should not have returned, where have you been?' asked her father. Amara began to recount her life since she had left; they spent the rest of the night in one another's arms.
The next morning the guards arrived and beat the family into submission when they tried to defend themselves. One by one they were gathered on the top of the volcano, the three stood flanked by guards as Selene stood before them.
'Aquillas your deaths will grant me eternal life, I just thought it may be a comforting idea for you' Selene smiled evilly as she spoke these words.
Selene began some sort of ritual as she lit torches and danced around, chanting mystical sounding words, she approached the royalty drawing a knife from her belt she dragged it across the queens forehead. As she screamed blood flowed down her head and into her mouth, Selene dragged her fingers through the blood drawing on her own face with it. Selene kept chanting as she moved onto the true King she dragged her blade across his head, the brave warrior flinched but made no noise as blood trickled down his face again she smeared it across her face chanting before moving onto Amara. Selene crouched to Amara's height as she drew her blade across her forehead Selene smeared Amara's blood across her face and smiled. Amara dropped her head till Selene lifted it sharply by her chin; Amara exhaled quickly spitting in Selene's face. Selene motioned to the guard who hit Amara with the blunt end of his spear before dragging her to the edge of the volcano, Selene performed more of her ritual drinking the blood of the three before finally motioning, almost unceremoniously with no gestures or chants she pushed Amara into the volcano, as Amara hit the lava her mother screamed breaking down in tears.
'Now, I will be all powerful' roared Selene as she signalled for the parents to be thrown into the volcano as well, the face of the guards went wide as they dropped to their knees in front of Selene. Selene smiled as she revealed in the worship, she suddenly got a strange feeling as she turned and came face to face with a wall of lava on top of the lava stood a being made of that lava, Selene too dropped to her knees in worship of her god. Her god seemed angry as she began to hurl lava and fire at the guards burning them to death instantly, the being from the volcano looked at Selene, Selene realised this was not good as she ran for the edge of the volcano. The being let her get within steps of the edge as she hurled a fire ball dislodging the earth below her, Selene fell from the volcano screaming as she disappeared over the edge falling, the being looks over the edge to se Selene hanging by her arm to a rock.
The being suddenly screams as the volcano behind it explodes raining lava across the jungle, the king and queen flee down the track as lava continues to flow over the side and down the track quickly behind them, The being continued to scream and yell as the volcano continued to spew lava. In the city of Nova Roma the subjects of the royal family run and scream as giant balls of magma and rock rain down upon their heads, suddenly as quickly as it arose the being collapsed as the lava hardened they being reverted to being plain old Amara.
The next day Amara awoke beside a bald man in a wheel chair, such a device she had never seen. Her father who had been restored to the throne had agreed to let his daughter be trained in the use of her powers because he knew otherwise they would lead to greater evil, in her anger she almost destroyed their civilisation.
The next day Amara left with Xavier, Storm and another Brazilian by the name of Roberto De Costa, It took at least two hours to get Amara to step onto the plane as she was quite scared of it and there was a huge city wide party in celebration of the end of Selene and the birth of the god Amara which went long into the night.
A/N On the next X-men Evolution, Bobby Drake is a normal teen or is he?