Thank you so much for your interest in this!

Now finally a new chapter. Including Erik and the rest of the crew was so not my intention at first, but my best friend made me ;)

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Got and I don't own Marvel - neither the MCU nor the X-men.

Raven

280 AC, somewhere in the Kingswoods

The rain had woken her again, rain that was pouring down relentlessly, as if the Gods had decided to drown the whole world. Critically, Raven looked up to the roof, listening to the sound of the water dripping into a bucket in the corner. If it didn't stop soon, the roofs of their small, reed-covered huts would soak through completely and their mrager belongings would be soaked and damaged - again - or to they would have to send out scouts to search for a better place to camp. Maybe a cave. If this arrangement was meant to be permanent, they really should get better building material. But supplies were hard to come by, especially out here, somewhere in nowhere, hidden away in the Kingswood. To get tar or clay to fill the gaps and wholes they would probably have to travel for a week at least, and it was always a risk. A risk nobody really wanted to take.

Walking over to the fire, the blonde girl put another log on it, determined to keep it going. There wasn't much dry wood left though, so she had to be smart about it. On the other side of the fire, her brother was stirring and slowly opening his far too blue eyes.

"Good morning," he murmured while sitting up, his hair sticking out in all directions.

"Good morning. We are still mostly dry and the night seems to have been a calm one. At least nobody sounded an alarm. But if you are up now, we could call in Erik. He is probably frozen," she updated him.

Her brother nodded, then he put one hand on his temple, sending out a silent command.
They made an odd little family, this rag-tag group living far from any civilisation. Outwardly, they barely had anything in common - some of them had been rich, once, some had always been poor. What united them, what had brought them together, were their powers. Often these special abilities were the reason why those who had started to call themselves "mutants" had run away or why they had been outcast in the first place.

Charles, her older brother by heart if not by blood, was probably the mightiest mutant she had met so far (not that she had met that many), a mind-talker, a will-bender. He was their leader and had actually started assembling mutants around him, trying to grant them some sort of protection. In Raven's opinion, he was the kindest person in the whole world and definitely the best one as well. Even if a mutant turned out to be a burden, Charles would have never turned anyone in need away. He could be arrogant by times, an annoying know-it-all and bragging with his education, but over all he was a loyal friend who detested violence and injustice more than anything.

Sometimes his sister wondered whether he was unable to hate. Whether this feeling didn't ecist for him. When he had only been a boy and Raven had still been an infant, the Lannisters had taken everything from them. Well, from him, actually. Raven had only been a babe that her parents had left out in the woods to die, shocked by her mutation. Charles had found her, hidden her and taken care of her. He called her sister even though she had no claim to his family name. A family name that was dead now.
Charles (and Raven, because of him) were all that was left and they had have to start lifes full of deception and lies. Their powers where their assets, Raven herself had mastered her powers of transformation years ago and the same could be said for her brother, but he denied her the pleasure of taking revenge on the Lions. He told her time after time that this was not the way, that hate only bore more hate. But it would feel so good.

A couple of minutes later, the door opened and a man came in, the hood of his coat still pulled deeply in his face. He shook himself like a dog before taking off the dripping coat and depositing it on a hook next to the entrance.

"It is so fucking cold outside, because of the shitty rain. Charles, can't you move the clouds?" he asked grumpily, the accent of one of the free cities heavy on his voice.

"Erik, no, I am not a weather wizard," the other man sighed, "hopefully we find a someone who can. One day. Now, Alex and Scott have gone hunting, we need more meat. But I dpubt they will catch anything, I mean you cant see very far. And you my friend, you should warm up and get some sleep."

"You still look quite sleepy yourself," he grinned wryly, making Charles turn beet-red and Raven roll her eyes. She really couldn't understand their dynamic - Hot and then cold, flirty and then simply in the boundaries of friendship or even distant. The girl only hoped they would sort it out eventually before they could cause a mess. Suddenly, Charles' hand flew to his forehead, his eyes widening.

"Brother, are you okay?" Raven cried, shocked to see her brother in such a state.

"Yes, don't worry sister. I have the feeling as if another conciousness is trying to reach me, or sometimes I think there are two. One is closer and feels definitely female and somehow cold. The other one is fluttering. Whoever it is must be far away but very very powerful."

"Then we should find them," Erik argued.

"No, not yet, my friend. We have to secure the camp first, build a stable environment before we can sent out parties to search for others," the leader denied.

"If you say so. But humans will always hate us, the more and the mightier we are the better. We have to keep ourselves safe, Charles!"

While he left the tent to get some hours of sleep, Raven kept watching her brother. Judging by his thoughtful expression, he was worried about Erik again. That man, the metal-lord, was an angry one, but sometimes the girl wondered whether he wasn't right. Humans would always despise her in her natural form, blue skin, yellow cat-like eyes and weird red hair. For that reason she mostly took on the appearance of a blonde, blue-eyed girl, sometimes even in their mutant-camp. Very pretty, very non-threatening. It also subdued her physical powers and agility though and Erik didn't appreciate that. He was the one who actively supported her being in her true blue appearance. Well, him and Hank, but Hank was blue-skinned as well (and furry), so that didn't quite count.

I hope you enjoyed that.

Just to clarify right here: I am going to include part of X-Men: First Class and a bit of other X-Men movies in the plot. There will be no RavenxErik though because I don't like them as a romantic couple. I am also very free on the backstories and adapt them as I need it.

Which other Xmen would you like to see in the story? Let me know!