1972, Lyla is now 14, and she started seeing more things. Such as others' emotions and the amount of power she holds. Let's just say she couldn't hate it more.
But, out of shock, a new person has entered her life. His name is Peter. Peter Maximoff. He doesn't know who his father is, but he doesn't mind.
"Lyla, did you finish the notes for math?" He asks, speeding to her.
"Uhm.. no. I fell asleep." She sighs, stretching. "Why don't you have the notes?
"Simple. I skipped to get me some twinkies from the nearest gas station." He says, nodding. His lips pursed.
"That's a wonderful reason." Lyla remarked sarcastically. She pulls her bag off and opens it. She shoves all her books into her bag and then turns back to Peter.
"I stole you one." He took a mashed up one out of his back pocket. Lyla looks at it.
"No thanks, you can keep that." She nods, shoving it gently to his chest. He shrugs and opens it. Taking messy bites from it. Lylas' face grew into a look of slight disgust.
"Okay! Wanna go play pac man?" Peter asked, putting his hands on his hips and smiling. Lyla smiles and nods.
"Duh! I got to this new level that... that... uhm..." she starts hearing the song in her head. She then transports to this stage.
"Are you alright?" A woman asks, running to Lyla. Lyla slowly gets up and looks around.
"Wh-where am I?" She asks, feeling disoriented.
"At a live show..." the woman says softly. Putting a hand on Lylas shoulder. A little girl runs out and sees what's going on. "Alice, take this girl backstage, please. Get her some water and ask her some questions."
"Like Dad does!" The little girl, Alice, squeals. The woman laughs softly.
"Yes, baby." She kisses Alice's forehead and gently nudges her. Alice skips backstage, and lyla slowly, hesitantly, followed.
"I'm Alice Wu!" Alice smiles, grabbing water from the cooler. "Who are you?"
"I'm Lyla Xavier..." Lyla mumbled, gently taking the water. She's taking in her surroundings. "Where am I?"
"Hong Kong." Alice nods, sitting across from Lyla. Lyla gives a questioning look. "What type of witch are you? My mom's a magical guardian."
"Witch? I'm not a witch. I'm a mutant." Lyla says softly, trying to get into Alice's thoughts for some answers.
"Mutant? What is that?" Alice asks.
"Someone with special abilities."
