A/N- I would like to make it clear that I am writing this story for my own reasons. I enjoy writing. If you like it, read and review; if not, don't. And this Chapter is a touch short.
Disclaimer- Mira only owns Mirabilis, so don't sue/copy off of her.
Chapter Four-Unveiled
Mirabilis and the Professor's eyes opened in sudden realization at the same time, though they were miles apart. Receding water, the misfit thought, and an unusual stillness. Tsunami it is. She stood in her own quiet way and started pushing Storm to the ocean, past the normal tide line.
"What is it?" Storm started to ask as the girl pushed her to the ocean's edge. Goldenstar's fingers seemed to be trying to grasp something she did not have available. However, an ever-rising wall of water was flowing faster and faster, coming to them.
"Back to the car," she called in a last, futile attempt to do something, before the wave would over take the party. Her powers to control the weather did noting for this- no one's did anything about this force. Mirabilis stared skeptically at the scrambling X-Men and stepped into the shallow water. She would have to use her gifts to do this. Why didn't she study last night!
She felt the water begin to shift around her ankles, and weakly began to sing a chant, which was mesmerizing and struck home fear. I sing to you O Waters of the Sea. I recall you to your form- tranquil, peaceful, and freeing. I wish your life to all around, in song, in fishes, in gentle sound. Calm, O Waters Great and Deep! Calm yourself, return to sleep. Over, and over she chanted, voice growing stronger. Kurt, who was one of the last to try to scramble in the van, forgetting the use of his powers in this emergency, He went to pull her to safety, the wave only feet from her form rigid in the water. The Bard wouldn't move. Not an inch could be taken for her safety. But the wave was lessening, and the sea turned back to the green shade the Atlantic always took on.
She blinked, and a rage came. "You- you-," she screeched, her eyes nearly lime green. "You nearly KILLED me. If my concentration had broken, every one of us would be dead bodies littering the floor. The sea would never had given us up if I hadn't succeeded."
"You're a mutant," Kurt said slowly, as though eating a large piece of undissolved revelations. "And you never told us."
"I thought you were intelligent. I am but a Bard. No one can control my powers- only I."
"A Bard?"
She smiled, and stated, "We might want to get out of here. I don't think I got the aftershocks. Com'on."
She entered the van, and smiled at the other's obvious chagrin. They would think she was a mutant, but she would never be. That was not the path her feet were set upon. And exhausted from effort, she slept quietly. The Professor would have to wait- for Cerebro did not pick up her signature.