Disclaimers, etc., see chapter one.
Echoes of the Future
By Eugena
Chapter Two: The Truth Begins to Show
Ororo Munroe fought the heavy urge to laps back into unconsciousness. Her mind became weary with the thoughts of her lifetime. She shivered in shock at the rapid rate the memories came forth. Her mind jumped from time period to time period. She was young and trapped in her house where her parents died. Then she stood by Scott to console him when Phoenix had possessed Jean. She was first called an African goddess. She met Logan. She cut a mutant flower and gave it to him. It was its only kind, and now it would bloom no more.
Like your daughter, said an eerie voice in her head. Images of a girl she had never seen before flashed in her mind. The short girl in her mind thrashed her hands like claws. The humans were afraid of her, but the mutants called her one of their own. Her feral eyes looked at Ororo, and at once Ororo's mind reached out to her and twisted with the pain the child felt.
"Mother," the girl called out to her. In the girl's voice, Ororo could hear his voice once again.
'Ro cut it and she gave it to me.
Ororo's eyes opened fully, but it was dark, and she could not see. She tried to life off the ground, but she was chained to a wall.
"I must summon the elements," she thought.
She gave it to me.
She heard the sentence again in her head. Her mind returned to the memory.
'Ro.
Bishop sat in Cerebro's control room. He entered several commands on a keyboard. Frustrated, he banged is fist on the table.
"That really won't help," Professor X reminded him.
"How many times has this future been averted? There have been so many alternative realities that have solved this, but here I am in this one."
"This is the only reality for this you, Bishop," Professor X reminded him, "it is too difficult to choose the future all the time. Sometimes you must let things be."
"Easy for you to say," Bishop retorted, "you don't know the future you are in for."
"I know it is not pleasant, Bishop, but I can not determine my present by what I know of my future. Futures will change, Bishop, but not if you live them only in expectation of one future. Then only that future becomes true, and your fears fulfill themselves.
"Why have you really come to Cerebro, Bishop? I won't look into your mind; I will only ask you."
