At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Lalia Azali hides more than most. She's not just a surgeon-she's this universe's Scarlet Witch, a title whispered with fear and awe, tied to a power she never wanted and a fate she can't outrun.
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A Week Later. — Lalia
The school grounds were somber, the once lively hallways now filled with a heavy silence. The day was overcast, as if the sky itself mourned the loss of Jean. Students and faculty gathered outside, by her gravestone. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, carrying whispers of memories shared with her.
The Professor, seated in his wheelchair, moved to the front. His face was etched with sorrow, but his presence remained a pillar of strength for everyone gathered. He took a deep breath before beginning to speak, his voice resonating with a mix of grief and wisdom.
"Today, we gather to honor the life of Jean Grey, who was not only a daughter, but also a cherished team member, a devoted girlfriend, and a beloved sister. Jean was remarkable individual who touched each of our lives in profound ways. Jean was more than a gifted student; she was a beacon of hope, a symbol of strength, and a testament to the power of the human spirit. Her abilities were extraordinary, but it was her heart and her compassion that truly defined her."
He paused, looking out at the faces of those who loved Jean, his eyes reflecting their shared pain. "In times of loss, it is easy to feel as though the light has gone out of our lives. But Jean's light continues to shine within each of us. Her legacy is not just in her powers, but in the kindness she showed, the friendships she nurtured, and the courage she displayed in the face of overwhelming odds."
The Professor's voice grew softer, yet each word carried weight. "Jean once told me that she believed in the goodness of people, in the potential for change and growth within each of us. She saw the best in everyone, even when they couldn't see it in themselves. Let us honor her memory by striving to live up to that belief, by being the best versions of ourselves, and by carrying forward the values she held dear."
The Professor's eyes met mine, and he gave a small nod. "Lalia, if you would like to say a few words."
I looked at Logan, my eyes searching for reassurance. He met my gaze and gave me an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, my heart heavy with grief but filled with the desire to honor her.
"Jean was a sister to me," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "She saw me for who I truly was and helped me see that person too. Her strength and compassion was boundless, and she always had this incredible ability to make you feel like you mattered, no matter what. Jean saved my life, and she saved many others. She was a beacon of hope and a pillar of strength in our darkest times."
I paused, my eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Before we went on the mission, she helped me realize that I was not controlled by a prophecy, a destiny, and I was not defined by my powers, but by who I was."
My voice grew sharper, filled with a mix of pain and admiration. "Jean loved us fiercely and sacrificed everything for us. Her legacy is not just in her powers, but in the love and strength she left behind in each of us."
