Charles walked through the mansion, running a hand through his hair. He had to get dinner ready. The mansion is abandoned. No one lives there but him, Hank, and Lyla. Lyla is Charles 7-year-old daughter.
The year is 1965, and Charles puts his whole time into raising Lyla. She has most of his abilities and one he's not sure of. But none the less, he tries his best to teach her to control.
"Lyla, please come sit. It's dinner time." Charles says, setting the plates down on the table. Lyla comes in, holding her stuffed dragon. "Tonight we're having mashed potatoes with gravy and some ham."
"Ham?" Lyla asks in a quiet voice. She wasn't an outgoing child.
"Yes, sweetheart, now come and sit." He says softly, wiping his hands on his pants. Hank walks in, beast form. Lyla giggles, seeing him as a big teddy bear.
Hank chuckles and walks over to ruffle her hair. "Charles, did you hear? Everyone has children now." Hank laughs.
"Oh, I didn't know Raven had a child." Charles mutters, taking the ham out of the oven. Hank sighs, looking over at Charles.
"Yes, a little boy, I believe. She abandoned him. His name is Kurt. He was born in Bavaria. He has pointed ears, three fingers on each hand, two toes on each foot, and a tail." Hank said, his voice showing no emotions as he sits down.
"How do you know so much on this boy?" Charles asks, setting the ham on the table. He pulls his chair out and sits down. Lyla reaches for a piece of ham, gently taking it and placing it onto her plate.
"It was in the local newspaper... there... but I-"
"How do you know he's Ravens?" Charles interrupted, gently scooping out a little bit of mashed potatoes for Lyla. "Gravy, sweetie?" Lyla shakes her head and starts eating.
"I just know, but... can you get on cyrebro?" Hank asks, his voice almost hesitant.
"No, never again." Charles says sternly. "I swore to stop hearing those bloody voices, Hank. For the sake of my daughter." He motions towards Lyla, who's humming happily.
"But what if someone needs help? Charles the x-men aren't dead. We're simply dismembered at the moment. We can rebuild." Hank said, looking at Charles with hopeful eyes.
"No... that is her bloody business, and that's how it's going to stay." Charles says, turning back to his daughter. "Is it good?" His voice going calm.
Lyla nods softly. She hums a tune that Charles has never heard before. He picks up on the tune. "Lyla, sweetie, did you make up a new song?"
"No." Lyla says, continuing to hum it.
"What's the song, Sweetie?" Charles asks.
"A song about witches..." Lyla smiles.
"Oh, what type of witches?"
"Uhm... I don't know." Lyla shrugs. "It's a road."
"A witches road?" Charles asks.
"Yeah, were you get whatever you want at the end!" Lyla smiles excitedly.
"That's nice." Charles smiles.
