A/n- Thanks for the Review. I know it doesn't have a clear story line, but there're so many things I have to jump around to explain things that shall happen later. Chapter Six, in my opinion, was a mistake to insert. Otherwise I can explain each Chapter's importance. One: Introduction. Two: Relationships with others. Three: Building up to chapter Four. Four: Her Powers. Five: Her Current Relationships, plus how many walls she still had, along with injuries. And has a touch of foreshadowing. Six: I already said it was a mistake, but I shall keep it, even though it breaks up the story. Seven: The plot begins. Logan she views as more of a father figure, but Xavier she looks to as a guardian angel, one who has fallen to neglect its duties. The title comes from a sentence Mirabilis will say in the future, and refers to Xavier.
Disclaimer: Mira Hopesbane owns nothing of the X: Men.
Chapter Seven- A Runner
Mirabilis could not sleep that evening. Her leg had fully healed, though it required several songs to do so as quickly as it did, and she felt an urge to wander. Her eyes dashed to the sleeping forms in the other beds, and nodded. They would not notice if she went walking in the clear moonlight. She grasped her locket, pulled on her coat, and padded into her shoes. And, almost as an afterthought, she put a headband on, one that she received for her most recent birthday, her fifteenth.
Gentle moonlight broke on her pale features, illuminating the frost-colored eyes. Slowly, the ice queen took in the summer night's air, and she picked her feet, slowly treading a path she had not stood upon for many years. Her eyes closed as she marched along the path, vibrating and pulsing as she stepped. A swift deer crossed her path, a red fox darted, and an ancient owl hooted in the silent, heavy night. The walking girl disturbed the night air, and the pulse of the night's air began to match her heartbeat. No other creature traveled with her, no others except those with her training could feel it, and the path blazed forward.
Her footsteps fell into silence when she stopped in haste. This, this is where…. Her eyes opened to look upon the plot of land she knew well. A normal house sat in the night's still air, a light on in the front window, but it lay upon a hoard of power that few knew how to tap into. She, Mirabilis Damien-Xavier Goldenstar, was a Bard. This power was her tool, along with song. Sitting down, the Bard's eyes soaked in the area where her house had stood, until she caused that fire.
Freedom was in those tears. The freedom to cry, the freedom to sit there and not notice the soft call of dawn on her fatigued face. The freedom to be herself. When dawn's full call came, and lone woman of an age that the outcast's mother would be came from the gently light-washed house. She stopped and stared at Mirabilis.
"Hello," the woman said, with a tinge of suspicion on her voice. "Who are you to be perched before my house so?"
"I had my residence previously upon this land."
"You cannot. This house were built-the earlier home burnt down. None survived."
"What if a youngling survived- a girl of an age of five? What if she caused the fire? What if she could tell you the reason that no one else came is that the parents were both telepaths? What if…?"
"You are that girl." A look of sullen sorrow crossed the strange woman's face. "Do you want to come in? Have some juice?"
Mirabilis followed, completely trusting the elder's judgement. It was to her intense chargin that, and soon as she had taken more than fifteen steps inside the home, Ms Kinkiat slammed a stick metal collar around her. Despite the Bard's best effort, she could not release herself. She wasn't even able to sing.