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Bellion stepped into the cool pale morning light and basked in the crisp air before he made his way to the nearby water that he used for his rituals. He felt most connected through water and it was his preferred method for his practices. He looked out at the happy village that was coming to life with the morning sun and beginning their daily routines.

They were a small but proud tribe. They had once been a large and powerful people that controlled the majority of the jungle before the white settlers had come. They had gone deeper into the forest, their numbers dwindling as the decades wore on. Now they were small but strong; their way of life secure and peaceful as they had been forgotten by the world and preferred it that way.

His hair was long and silver in the morning light. It trailed lightly on the ground as he walked when he wore it unadorned. But he used that style for only the most serious of ceremonies. Today he had it bound up on his head with decorative sticks and beads holding it place with a large folded section hitting the top of his shoulder blades.

His clothing also showed his status, he wore colorful folds of cloth that covered his body to his knees and hung off his shoulders. They were the colors of the spirits and life, red, white, black and orange. He smiled warmly at his people. They had accepted him as their Shaman after his mentor had died. He was traditionally too young to be considered a proper Shaman but the trusted him for spiritual guidance. He was only twenty ages old, but still they trusted him.

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Scott was looking for a safe place to land in the dense jungle he needed a secluded area so that they would not alarm the mutant or the people around them. He found a small clearing that would be efficient enough though it was not perfect. He landed ignoring any quips from Wolverine about his style and turned to face everyone before they departed. "We don't want to scare anyone. We're just here for information and to get to know them understand?" This last part was pointed directly at Wolverine, he was sure that the others would have no problem with following orders.

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Bellion stood dripping in the morning sun. His eyes were closed and his face serene. He was not in meditation but was merely enjoying the sounds of the jungle around them, the sounds of life and peace that he had always known. He turned, opening his eyes slowly when he heard the approach of thundering little footsteps. He smiled brightly as he clothed himself in time for the children to come dashing out of the vegetation.

"Bellion! Bellion!" They cheered happily as they found their favorite story teller.

He wondered what had them all in a flurry and smiled excitedly with them. "Well little ones…what has you all so energetic this early in the morning?" His smile faded when he heard their response. "The warriors have come!"

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Scott stood in the middle of the village clearing. He had not thought they would find a settlement in such a dense part of the jungle. However it seemed that these people had adjusted to their lifestyle. They lived in the hollows of giant trees that were more ancient than any he had ever seen before.

The clearing they had found apparently had been a field where they grew vegetables, when they landed everyone came out to investigate. To say they weren't happy was to say the least.

Scott held up his hands trying to ward them off, he had tried speaking to them and they had yet to respond. They were a quiet and fierce people it seemed. Their hair and skin was dark almost enough to blend into the forest around them. "Please…we're sorry about…where we landed but we came here to help you."

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Bellion followed the children quickly to the clearing. He couldn't make much of their ramblings but he was finding familiar phrases in what they were saying. "Silver Falcon" and "Warriors" were the key phrases.

Scott watched as the one he believed was the Chief stepped forward. He had a spear pointed in his direction and was gazing at them with a blank expression even as his lips slowly dipped into a frown. He was looking over them carefully and shook his head as he stepped forward.

Bellion raced into the clearing with the children and gasped as he looked at the cause of all the commotion. "It's the Warriors." He whispered to himself even as he heard the cries of the children, admonishing him for not believing them.

Scott believed his life was spared when he saw the slender man surrounded by children entering the clearing. He was markedly different from the people around him, yet not so. He had tanned skin that was offset by his silver hair making him an exotic blend amongst the gathered group.

The Chief stared at the intruders and was about to command their sentence when Bellion entered the clearing, guided by some of his most ardent admirers. He frowned; he had not wanted to get the gentle Shaman involved. There was a simple rule that the tribe had always followed. Outsiders were an enemy to their kind. The only way to deal with them…was to remove them; despite any pleasant stories that Bellion might tell.

Bellion looked at the scene before him in shock before he turned his head to the chief. "These are… "He didn't need to finish his sentence; they were the exact replicas of the Warriors whose adventures he had been telling.

The Chief turned and looked to Bellion; he respected the shaman but gave him a small shake of his head. He could not risk the threat that these people could posses to their tribe.

Bellion's eyes widened at the realization of the Chief's intentions "We cannot…they are outsiders true but the universe must have sent them to us! Why else would I have seen them before they came? We were being told that we could trust them…" Bellion spoke quietly, but with conviction and wisdom beyond his years.

Scott watched the exchange closely. It was interesting; no matter what situation they were in, that it seemed there were two forms of leadership here. He wondered what the silver haired man's role was. When he turned to look at them once more Scott was captured by how dark the man's eyes were. Though for their color they were not cold, but deep and welcoming.

The Chief shook his head "Bellion we cannot risk what they might bring or do to our people! They have already ruined our food supply and that was by accident!" This time when the chief spoke there were murmurs of agreement that rose from some of the spectators.

Bellion considered this carefully. In the jungle they were not as high on the food chain as one might like to think. Any form of food was precious especially one that carried little risk in gaining it. He sighed wondering how he could do this. He needed to figure out why the Universe told him about these Warriors. They were here to serve a purpose he knew. He just needed time to figure it out.

Scott saw the silence and decided this would be a good opportunity to try to speak again. "Really we are sorry about the crops…we can have them replaced but you must listen to us before making a rash decision." He didn't need to know their language to realize he was on thin ice.

Bellion turned towards the stranger, the Lead Warrior he had spoken of before. He looked to the Chief and then said "Let me try to communicate with them, perhaps we can find a reason or solution." The Chief said nothing but lowered his spear, there were few who could resist Bellion when he wanted his way.

Bellion smiled gratefully and stepped forward, his bare feet cautious as his many bits of jewelry made soft twinkling sounds with his movements. He held up his hands so as not to alarm the warrior or his followers and was soon standing directly before him.

Scott had felt himself stiffen when the silver haired man approached him, but began to relax as he was caught by those dark eyes. He spoke again, though this time softly and directed it only to the person before him "We mean no harm."

Bellion reached forward and gently put his finger tips on the man's mouth as he closed his eyes. The man's words were useless and would only further irritate the Chief unless they could find some meaning behind them. He opened his mind to the universe and hoped to gain the enlightenment that he sought.

Scott was stunned by the sensitive touch but was soon distracted by the rapid beeping sound caused by their equipment informing them of a spike in mutant activity. His eyes widened as he looked at the slender man before him. Was he the mutant they were looking for?

Bellion smiled as a familiar weightless feeling over came him and the Warrior's words ran through his mind, suddenly becoming clear and understandable. He opened his eyes and stared in wonder at the man before him. "Amazing." he breathed.

The man uttered something that Scott couldn't understand and didn't have any time to try before the silver haired man turned away and began to speak rapidly at the gathered people. Many relaxed at whatever he was saying and while the Chief didn't look happy it seemed they were to be granted a chance.

Bellion kept his hand on the stranger, instinctively knowing that if he were to let go he would not be able to understand the strange words. He smiled at the Warrior and bowed his head as he put his free hand over his heart "Bellion." He said softly. He didn't bother with his title as he rarely did with his people and saw no need to confuse the stranger.

Scott understood and returned the gesture "Scott Summers." He said before he could stop himself. He had planned on saying 'Cyclops' since they did not yet know anything about these people, however apparently his mouth had different ideas.

They were led to the very center of the tree homes where drums were beaten and even more people seemed to come out of the woodwork. "Where do they all come from?" He asked allowed.

Bellion smiled and shook his head, wondering if he would be able to answer in their language someday. He kept his hand on the Warrior as he explained to his people that the Warriors had come out of curiosity. The universe wouldn't tell him what the curiosity was, that they meant no harm, and that he would make sure they atoned for the destroyed food before they left.

Scott watched as the one called Bellion continued to speak, when the young silver haired man looked over his shoulder at him with a mischievous wink he wondered what was being told without his knowledge.

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That night they were seated around a massive fire as Bellion made familiar shapes out of the smoke. At first he thought that he was merely creating illusions of him and his team and telling figment stories about him. Then he saw images of the professor and their home at the school. He tensed when he saw these, wondering if this was somehow his power, or if he had spoken to Magneto already.

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