Madalin sighs looking around. From her perch she can see the grounds. The paths out front, the basketball courts. The pool. More trees. She can tell that this area has held a lot of training.
She leans back against the tree and closes her eyes, everything that has happened this day beginning to catch up with her.
"Why does he hate me?" She says softly, a single tear escaping her eye "I haven't done anything to him."
A voice within her head say Oh but you have little one. You have been in his every vision since his powers have come. You are the memories that haunt him. The things he can't remember. His future.
"Who are you? What do you mean? How can he know me? How could I be his future? Is he okay?" Madalin asks the voice speaking as if she were talking to someone right in front of her.
Who I am is not important. You were born here, just as he was. He was about six months old when you were born. He can remember you crying. Professor and your mother went to pains to block his memories of you, so he felt no pain at your absence. Lance has the power to see the future and the past. As well as having inherited his parents abilities. He can't control that one. Not yet. And yes he's fine.
She sighs "If I was born here…why did they get rid of me? I know my birth parents are X-men still, did they not love me?"
It is not that at all Madalin Nicole. You parents loved you. Very much. They still do. They and professor decided it was best to block your powers and let you be raised as a normal human. The voice speaks as if feeling great emotions.
"Lance was older than me, why did they keep him here but not me? If they wanted me raised as a human, why was I given to other mutants?" Madalin questions getting riled up, and scooting over on the tree branch.
The voice lets out a sigh of her own Madalin, you are different than Lance. You're the daughter of one of the greatest telepaths of all time. When you were a baby you began to have nightmares. And much like happened to your mother in her younger years. Those nightmares caused havoc around the house. You couldn't control it. You would scream and scream and levitate objects around the house. It became dangerous for everyone around you. Your mother couldn't hold you in check. She tried but couldn't manage it. For your sake and for everyone else's they delayed when you would come into your powers, and decided that it would be better if you didn't grow up powerless in a house full of mutants they sent you away. Your father was too stubborn to let you go to a nonmutant family. He needed someone who would know how to handle your powers when the time came.
"If my mother is one of the most powerful telepaths ever and she couldn't keep me in check…" Madalin mused.
Then you are an even greater telepath. Possibly the strongest ever. The voice confirms her thoughts.
Madalin jolts at this statement and slips from the tree branch.