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A/N Never owned X-Men, never will….Though I wish I owned Hugh…


Title: Forever Yours

Author: Fox of the Nova

Chapter 3:

"Why?"

c.100 B.C. Ancient Egypt

Along the Nile River a large canoe floats down at a soft pace. Three figures are in the canoe. At the back of the canoe, an older man steers the canoe down the river while smiling lovingly at the person in front of the canoe.

A child, looking no older then four, sits down at the front of the canoe while stroking her female jackal dog who sits right by her.

The Childs' skin was a dark color that shined beautifully as the sun shined from above. She had long, black, straight, hair that came down to her elbows. But the thing that made her different was her eyes. The blackest of any color, but unlike others, hers had so much life in them. So much love and care for everything and everyone around her. That the world would weep if such a child would leave this earth so soon.

The child wore a white linen rap of the traditional Egyptian wear. A golden bracelet with intricate symbols decorates her left arm.

The older man was wearing a linen skirt decorated with golden trimmings. He was bald, with his eyes painted with a black eye paint known as kohl.

The dogs' fur was the color of a dark grey that shinned in the sunlight. Her ears were straight up, and she never left the childs side. She was different from many of the dogs. This one was blessed by the Pharaohs priests. It was a gift to the child, so that she would never be lonely.

The man that was steering the canoe was the father of the child, and his name was Puzo. His daughters name was Nevana and her dog was named after the Egyptian god Anubis, but for short they just called her Anu.

Puzo worked for the Pharaoh as his personal wine maker, as well an occasional foreteller of the future, since he would occasionally see things that were far ahead of his time.

His daughter on the other hand became a part of all of their lives back at the Pharaohs home. But she did work though. The priest would complain that a gift from the gods should not work, but Nevana did not mind. Not to mention she loved her work, which was to write for the Royal court important documents in hieroglyphics, hieratic, as well as the Hebrew language.

But the Pharaoh and all of his subjects treated Nevana like she was their own daughter.

The priests would call for Nevana occasionally to test their new theories or to discuss the things that for any ordinary four year old would not understand.

But Nevana was not any ordinary four year old. She seemed to age at a very slow pace. And Nevana had been on this earth for over twenty years.

The first time everyone new that Nevana was special was during the day of her birth.

Sadly, Puzos wife was having a difficult time giving birth to their child. The priest stated that she will die, along with the child during child birth.

When the time came, with suffering sadness, Puzos wife died as well as the baby girl who had just been delivered.

Puzo watched as they took his wife for mummification. But he stayed with the dead body of his daughter in his arms. When it was three hours later, he took his daughter to the god Anubis' temple. He placed the body of the baby unto the pedestal that the statue of Anubis was holding.

The priest, as well as the Pharaoh watched as the priests blessed the child for the journey. But something happened that was not expected.

The baby began to glow in a bright golden color. It soon began to rise up into the air. Swirls of light rapped around the baby when it suddenly entered into the small body. Immediately the baby opened her eyes and cried out the way all babies do as they entered this world.

Puzo reached out towards his daughter as she gently floated back down. Everyone was astonished. They all swore that Anubis had brought the child back from the dead. But it was a lot more then that. She was the first mutant to enter the world after a million years.

After what happened, Nevana was portrayed as a precious gift from the gods and was to be tutored in all knowledge of that time.

So Nevana was thought all common languages as well as astronomy, arts, medicine, mathematics, and geometry.

She could now speak fluent Egyptian as well as Hebrew, Roman, and many others.

But the knowledge of the world was her favorite. Learning about places that were far from Egypt, with different people and culture was her passion.

"How is my beauty?" Puzo asked his daughter as he steered the canoe to the right.

But Nevana did not answer him. She was leaning over the side, her hand gently gliding over the surface of the water. She watched the color fishes swim below them.

"Nevana?" Puzo asked again.

Nevana quickly turned towards her father. "Yes aba?" She asked.

Puzo knew that something was in his daughters mind.

"What is wrong my child. What is troubling you?" Puzo asked.

Nevana sighs deeply and begins to stroke Anus neck. "Why am I different father?"

Puzo sighs. This was one of many questions that she would ask from time to time. And he always told her the same thing.

"You are different because you have been blessed with life. Why do you think the Priests call you Ankh? Life, for that is what you are." Puzo explained.

"But why can I not age like others? I have been alive for twenty years father, and yet I have only aged four years." Nevana states as she sighs.

"My dear child, you were born special. Sometimes we do not understand why we were blessed with a gift at the moment. But one day, you will understand. This I know." Puzo stated as smiled at his daughter.

Nevana sighed and gently placed her hand in the river, so that it made a ripple.

"It's just that, I want to have a friend." Nevana stated.

Anu growls at Nevana when she heard her. 'I'm her friend!" Anu thought to herself.

"Except for you Anu." Nevana quickly said as she hugged Anu.

Anu straightens her back, looking very proud of her friendship with Nevana.

"What I mean is that I feel like I'm alone in the world. Not in friendship, but in age. Father, I am twenty years old and I am more then ready to meet someone. But looking at the age of four is not helping!" Nevana stated.

Puzo now understood. Nevana was interested in meeting someone to love. But that will be difficult for her since she ages so slowly.

"I'm positive that one day, my dear Nevana, you will meet someone that will love and care for you. I do not believe that you are the only one that seems to have immortal life.

Remember, everyone in this earth is destined to be with someone. There is someone out there just for you. And he will always love and protect you. This I know…"

Present - Nevanas POV:

Nevana didn't notice Anu leave the room. Her only thoughts were of the small golden ring that she was clutching tightly in her hands.

Large tears rolled down her cheek as she repeatedly kissed the ring while at the same time whispering out the name of her only love.

She then slowly got up and walked towards the mirror. She didn't know why she looked at herself for she hated to see her own reflection. She hated to see herself…a wreck.

Once she was considered beautiful, but now it was like looking at death itself. Her hair was cut short in different sides, something she did repeatedly when she was upset with herself. Large black circles were under her eyes.

The only saying comes to mind, "eyes are the gate ways to your soul". Well then that would mean that her soul was pretty empty.

"A soulless, worthless, bitch." With that, Nevana curled her fist and with all of her might punched the mirror.

A loud shattering was heard followed by the sound of large pieces of glass falling to the ground.

Nevana felt the sharp pain course through her hand as the palm was cut wide open by the glass of the mirror as it shattered from the impact of her fist.

Her own blood began to pour out of the wound. It trailed down her arm like a river and then began to fall to the ground. Soon the ground was mixed with pieces of glass and of blood.

She slowly brought her hand up to her face, watching it as it shook uncontrollably. The pain was still there, blood still flowing from the wound. Nevana closed her eyes and clenched her hand into a fist. Blood began to squeeze out more until it just began to trickle.

"Why can't I die? Why?" Nevana whispered to herself.

She opened her eyes and walked towards the corner of the room. She then leaned unto the wall and looked again at the bloodied hand.

"I mean, what is the point of being here?" She asked herself. "Everyone that I have loved no longer is here. My fathers' bones are dust now! And me…I'm still here. Slowly wasting away into a pitiless soul, but forever stuck to live this life."

She states as she looks around her room. It was then that her eyes caught the sight of a large rope on a chair. She slowly approached it and picked it up with her good hand (which was her left).

"If I can't die, then at least I'll be close to feeling it." Nevana said to herself as she gripped the long rope in her hand.

She then looked up to the ceiling and saw the rafters above her. It was high up, but if she were to stand on the chair she could reach it.

Looking one last time at the rope, Nevana tide the end of it into a sharp knot until it became a noose. Grabbing the chair, she pulled it so that it was right underneath the rafter.

She stepped unto the wobbly chair, with the rope in her hands, and lifted up her arms over her head.

She flipped the rope over the rafter until it came over to the other side. She then tides another knot so that it was no hooked tight unto the rafter.

She was facing the door as she looped the noose over her head until it rested around her neck.

She suddenly heard voices on the other side of the door. "It's too late to back out now. Beside, Anu will take care of them."

She didn't tighten the knot on the noose that was around her head. She just forgot too, which probably was fate that she did.

She looked straight ahead at the wall that was above the door. Without another thought she kicked the side of the chair so that it tipped over.

She immediately fell and braced herself for the feeling of the rope snapping her neck, but it was then that she heard the door open.

The soft tapping of Anus nails from her paws was heard as she entered the room, followed closely by the heavy sound of boots from someone as that someone entered the room…

Logans POV:

Darkness…pure darkness was what Logan encountered as he entered the room.

But as the light from outside shined into the room, it was then that Logan noticed a shadow cross his face, once, twice, as something dangled from the rafters swung to and fro.

Logan's heart plummeted when he looked up. An unspeakable thing creaked too and fro like it was nudged by an invisible hand. An occasional twitch of the body from the woman, as she was slowing choking to death.

"NO!" Logan roared as he raced into the room towards the woman.

Anu began to bark madly as Logan ran inside. She then began to whine.

He rushed towards the woman and seized her around the waist and began to lift her up. He was not going to let her die again. No, not when he can stop it.

Something warm dripped onto his shoulder. He looked at it and saw it to be blood. He quickly looked up and saw that the womans right hand was cut wide open. Blood was dripping from the wound in torrents.

"JEAN!" Logan called out as he held up the woman, who was still twitching uncontrollably.

Scot and Jean ran into the room when they heard Logan scream. Jean stopped dead by the sight of the young woman hanging by her neck and Logan desperately lifting her up for a few precious moments of air.

"Jean! Lift her up!" Logan pleaded as he tried to lift the womans legs unto his shoulders.

Jean, after getting out of shock, lifted her hand up and concentrated on lifted the woman up so that she was no longer dangling. When the woman was no longer hanging, Jean began to try and loosen the knot with her power.

But the knot was done in a way that it was difficult to loosen it.

"SCOT! Blast the rope!" Jean called out.

Scot raised his eyes and aimed right for the noose. He shot towards it with a blast of red light. Instantly the rope snapped and the young woman's neck was free.

Jean slowly began to lower the woman to the floor, but stopped when Logan reached out his arms for the woman.

It was then that Jean noticed that the floor was littered with a mixture of blood and shards from a broken mirror that was to the wall.

When the young woman was in Logan's arms, he gently placed her down on the mattress.

Her midnight eyes were wide open, but unseeing. He body was twitching and she was making hard wheezing noises as she tried to breath.

"Easy, easy, breathe in." Logan softly said as he stroked her raven hair away from her face.

Scot and Jean stayed back as Logan began to stroke the young womans face.

"Scot, in the jet, there is an oxygen mask. Could you go get it?" Jean asked.

Scot nodded his head and headed out for the jet.

Anu softly walked towards Logan and her mistress. Her head was bowed down and she softly lay down next to her mistress and licked her left hand.

"Anu…" The woman whispered out as she slowly began to breathe again.

"Anu is right here…as well as me." Logan whispered as he gently took her bloody hand in his.

He traced a hand over the womans scared neck where the rope was tightly rapped around. The scar will be there for a while.

Slowly the woman began to breathe easier, but she was still wheezing pretty badly. She blinked and turned her head to have a better look at the person above her.

She blinked several times, like she couldn't believe the sight. Her midnight eyes expanded as she recognized the man above her. She slowly raised her un-bloodied hand towards his face and gently stroked it.

"Alex?" She whispered out a name that was too low for anyone to hear. Except for Logan, for he heard every word.

She had a Middle-Eastern accent, but with a touch of many other accents from all around the world.

For Logan, her voice sounded like the soft sound of the dessert sand as it softly blown away. Suddenly an image formed in his mind of rolling hills of sand, the sun light from above shining down until the hills look like gold.

A young woman is before him, completely covered in a purple veil. She is dancing; her movements were smooth like the wind. He knew her, she was…

Scot returned with a tank of oxygen and a mask. Jean took them and quietly walked towards the two. When she was beside the bed, she kneeled down and laid a hand on Logans shoulder.

He jolted from his forgotten memories and looked towards her. He looked down at the oxygen and nodded his head. He took them from her and began to set everything up. When everything was set, he gently lifted the mask over the womans nose and mouth.

She immediately began to move away from the mask but was stopped when Logans hand rested on her cheek.

"It's alright. Everything is going to be alright. This will help you to breathe." Logan softly explained.

The woman still could not clearly see the man, but his voice sounded familiar. It also comforted her and she slowly nodded her head.

Logan placed the mask over and told her to calmly breathe in. Soon she began to relax as her lungs stopped wheezing and she began to breathe easier.

Logan looked towards Anu who had her paw on top of the womans left arm. He smiled and looked around.

He furrowed his eye brows in question.

"Jean, could you please shine some light around here?" Logan asked.

Jean pulled out a flash light, while Scott pulled out a glow rod. When the entire room was lighted up, they all were amazed at the sight around them.

Above them were models of flying machines, and birds; similar to that of Michelangelo's work. Ancient scrolls were hanging from the ceiling. No doubt in the written format of Egyptian and that of Roman.

Large jade sphinxes were facing them, as well as necklaces looking from Egyptian, Roman, and European. Three large golden trucks were on the floor, one of them was open.

Clothing, sashes, gems, and many other rich items all shined as Jeans flashlight shined down on it.

"All this should be in a museum." Jean stated in awe as stepped closer to one of the scrolls and delicately traced it with her finger.

She knew that it had been perfectly preserved, the papyrus, to last all of the ages. But how can it be here and in perfect condition?

"Seems to me, your friend is a thief as well as a junky." Scott stated as he walked around the room.

Suddenly he turned to face Anu, who had just growled dangerously towards Scott.

Her teeth were bared as she was snarling towards Scott.

The woman ripped off the mask from her face and suddenly sat up.

"I am not a thief!" She screeched out.

"All of these things are mine. Gift if you will, from all of my friends long gone. And if you are not careful sir, you will soon join them." She threatened towards him.

Her midnight eyes were sparkling dangerously as she spoke, and Scott for a moment saw nothing within those eyes that would show any hint of a soul. This woman was dangerous.

"It figures. Any friend of Logans is either dangerous or crazy." Scott said to himself.

One thing was for sure though; this kid was going to be difficult to get along with. Getting to know Logan and then having to deal with this girl, Scott had better prepare himself for some trouble in the future.

Suddenly the roof above them began to groan and tremble as it began to peel open, like some unknown force was ripping it apart.

"It figures." Scott said under his breath, as the roof completely peeled away like someone was using a can opener.

Logan rapped his arms around the woman in protection and held her tight as they all looked up towards the figure that slowly began to descend towards them.


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