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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- Lalia
As I gazed out the window, the scenery blurred into a mosaic of greens and golds. The forest was alive with the morning light, but my mind was far away, lost in thoughts of what lay ahead. Becoming a wife—it was a dream I never thought I'd be able to grasp. For so long, my life had been about survival, about fighting for a world that often didn't want me. But now, with Logan, everything felt different. It felt like I was the girl in those movies I'd watch, like I was the girl in the books I'd dream of living in.
I glanced at the ring on my finger, still marveling at how it glinted in the sunlight. It felt like a dream, one I was afraid to wake up from. The idea of planning our wedding filled me with a giddy excitement I hadn't felt in years.
I wanted to go back to the mansion to talk to my friends, gather my belongings, and for reasons I couldn't quite share with Logan yet. The mansion was more than just a home; it was a sanctuary, a place where we found family amidst the chaos. As we drove closer, I felt a mix of nostalgia and anticipation.
I hadn't told Charles about our engagement yet. I wasn't sure how to break the news to him or to the rest of the team. I think they'd be happy, but apart of me hopes they don't think we're abandoning them by taking a step away from the mission we had all dedicated our lives to. The thought weighed heavily on my mind.
Logan's voice broke through my reverie. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, his eyes briefly meeting mine before returning to the road.
I turned to him, a soft smile playing on my lips. "Nothing, just thinking about how happy I am," I said, feeling the warmth of the moment.
I didn't feel the need to share my worries with Logan. They seemed minor in the grand scheme of things, especially considering the joy we had just experienced. I wanted to keep this moment pure and let him bask in the happiness we both felt.
As we drove, the sprawling mansion came into view, its familiar silhouette against the sky bringing a wave of nostalgia. Logan expertly maneuvered the truck into the garage, and I hopped out, taking a deep breath of the crisp evening air. We walked inside together, and the mansion's scent enveloped me, a comforting blend of old books, polished wood, and memories. This place would always be my second home, the one I grew up in, despite the excitement of moving into our new place.
As we entered, my eyes were drawn to a sign with a dedicated plaque for Jean and Luca. I walked up to it, tracing the engraved letters with my fingers and smiling. It was heartwarming to see that the school still honored their memory. This small gesture made me feel more at ease about the changes in my life.
Just then, a familiar voice broke through my thoughts. "Back so soon?" I turned around to see Charles in his wheelchair, a knowing smile on his face.
I smiled warmly and bent down to hug Charles, feeling the familiar comfort of his embrace. "Hey," I whispered, my voice filled with affection.
