At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the esteemed Lalia Azali serves as a dedicated teacher and is also this universe's Scarlet Witch. Endowed with formidable powers and a destiny she must face, Lalia confronts her fate amidst the school's hall...
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—𝐗𝟭— Westchester County, New York 2000. -Lalia
The early morning sun filtered through the windows of the classroom, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden floors. I stood at the front of the room, wrapping up my lesson on the biology of mutation. "Mutations can be spontaneous or induced by environmental factors," I explained, my voice steady and confident. "These genetic variations can lead to significant changes in an organism's phenotype. Remember, the ability to adapt and evolve is a cornerstone of life itself."
I looked around at my students, their faces a mix of curiosity and contemplation. "You should never be ashamed of this gift," I said gently, my eyes meeting theirs. "Embrace it, understand it, and use it wisely. It's what makes each of you unique."
The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. "Alright, everyone, have a good day and don't forget to study for your test!" I called out as they began to gather their things and head for the door. "See you tomorrow!"
I gathered my notes and textbooks, placing them neatly into my bag. As I walked out of the classroom and into the hallway, I couldn't help but reflect on how much this place meant to me. The sun's rays continued to dance across the floor, casting fleeting shadows that seemed to echo the memories of all the years I'd spent here. The familiar scent of old books and polished wood filled the air, a comforting reminder of the countless hours of study and discovery.
I walked slowly, savoring the quiet moments before the hustle and bustle of the day fully took over. The institute had always been a sanctuary for me, a place where I could truly be myself and explore the depths of my abilities. Despite the challenges, it was a gift I cherished deeply.
I walked out of the classroom, the soft click of my heels echoing down the hallway. The institute was beginning to come alive with the sounds of students chatting and lockers closing. As I turned the corner, I saw Jean approaching me, her expression a mix of urgency and excitement.
"Lalia," she said, her voice low but intense. "The professor found two more mutants."
I stopped in my tracks, my heart skipping a beat. "Where are they? Where did he find them?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.
Jean shook her head, her red hair catching the light. "I don't know the details yet. But he's also assigning us a mission today."
A mission. The word hung in the air between us, heavy with significance. I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Alright. Let's head to the briefing room and see what he has in store for us."
As we walked together, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. The professor's missions were always challenging, but they were also opportunities to make a real difference. Jean's presence beside me was reassuring; her strength and determination were qualities I deeply admired.
