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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- Logan
I sat in the tent, messing with my dog tags, the metal clinking softly in the silence. Without Lia here, my thoughts drifted back to the scattered fragments of my past—meaningless and broken memories that served only to remind me of how little I knew about myself. Who am I? Where did I come from? Questions that gnawed at me, unanswered and relentless.
The tent felt empty without her presence, and my mind wandered into dark places. Faces and names flickered in and out, but none of them made sense. I could feel the weight of my own history pressing down on me, a history I couldn't remember but couldn't escape either.
I also couldn't shake the feeling that something was eating at Lalia. I could sense there was something she wasn't telling me, something deep and dark. The nightmares that left her shaking, the damn prophecy they say is about her—it's all weighing her down.
I can see the pain she's in, but how am I supposed to help if she keeps shutting me out? It's like my hands are tied, and all I want is to lift that weight off her shoulders. Her silence is as heavy as the secrets she's hiding.
Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of the tent zipper being pulled. Instinctively, I rose up, my senses on high alert. The dog tags slipped from my fingers, falling against my chest with a dull thud.
Lia made her way inside the tent, and I couldn't help but grin. "You guys finished that quick?" I asked, genuinely surprised. She was supposed to be out there for a while, fixing up the Blackbird.
"Uh, well, no," she stammered, looking a bit flustered. "They're still working on it, but I figured I'd get some sleep."
My smile faded as I glanced down at her. Her jeans had slight scratches, torn at the thigh, and there was some blood on her knee. I got up immediately, concern taking over. "What happened?"
"It's fine, Logan," she said, trying to brush it off. "I just fell in the woods."
I bent down to examine the scratches and blood stains, noticing they looked more like claw marks than anything else. My frustration grew. "Doesn't just look like a fall." I said, my voice rough with worry.
"Well it was," she said hesitantly. "I just fell back in the woods and some animal scratched me."
I looked at the wounds once more, not fully believing her, before rising up and giving her a serious look. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" I said, my tone softer.
She pulled me closer, putting her hands into mine, "I know, and I would," she replied with a smile.
She kissed me then, wrapping her arms around my neck. For a moment, everything else faded away. She pulled back and looked into my eyes, her gaze steady and reassuring.
Lia pulled back slightly, her arms still wrapped around me. Her eyes searched mine, concern etched across her face. "I didn't wake you or anything, did I?"
