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.
Logan sees t...
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—3 years later - Logan
I woke up in the middle of the night, a faint sound stirring me from sleep. It was like a whisper, barely audible but enough to pull me from my dreams. I reached out instinctively, but my hand met cool sheets. Lalia's side of the bed was empty.
My heart quickened as I jumped up, my senses on high alert. The moonlight filtered through the cabin windows, casting an eerie glow along the hallway. I followed the sound, the soft hum of magic guiding me toward the nursery.
As I approached, I saw the light spilling out from the slightly ajar door. I pushed it open, and there she was. Lia stood in the middle of the room, her hands lifted, pieces of the crib floating around her in a scarlet haze. The gentle hum of her magic filled the air, making the room feel alive with energy.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching her fuss over the nursery. She was so focused on getting everything just right that she didn't notice me. The baby crib pieces floated around her, bathed in the soft, red glow of her magic. The room was a kaleidoscope of colors and fabrics, each corner a testament to her boundless energy and creativity.
Her ringtone shattered the quiet. She reached out, and the flip phone floated into her hand. She answered without looking up, "Charles, how did you know I'd be up?"
Charles's calm, familiar voice crackled through the phone. "Well, you've been calling me non-stop during this hour about the baby crib, so I just wanted to let you know I agree with the blue."
She tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "I don't know, I think you were right the first time. The white is more modern."
Charles sighed softly, and I could almost see him shaking his head with a smile. "Lalia, my dear, you do realize it's just a crib, right?"
She laughed, a sound that filled the room with warmth. "It's not just a crib, Charles. It's the babies second home. You know how I am."
"Yes, I do," Charles replied, his tone affectionate. "But try to get some rest. Both you and the twins need it."
"They'll be fine. They've been keeping me up with all their constant moving anyway," she said, starting to turn around. Her eyes widened when she finally saw me, and she snapped her head fully in my direction, dropping the phone. "Logan! You scared me!"
I chuckled, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. She let out a sigh and asked,"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know you need to go back to bed," I said, my voice gentle but firm.
Charles's voice crackled from the phone on the floor. "I agree."
Lia bent down to pick up the phone, her movements a mix of grace and clumsiness. "We'll discuss this again later, Charles," she said, her tone a bit sheepish.
