X-Men: Civil War

Chapter 6: Origins of a Soul Sword

Maxine Lehnsherr

A sword. My sword; is gleaming in the darkness. Bright blue. Gone. It's gone in a flash of red.

Now a dagger, and Pixie. I remember her. Barely. Not even my memories.

Sickness brought her down. The demon Illyana, not the fairy. Her sword is my sword.

Darkness forced back by light sometimes leaks through.

Hot. Burning, flashing, consuming flames. Ice and water. Mist.

I leap out of my bed. This is the second dream in which memories of the past, or future, have plagued me.

The pitter of my bare feet against the ground reach my ears as I open and close the door to the hospital room. Whispers at the end of another hallway cause paranoia and I dash silently down the corridor. My head doesn't hurt any more, but I can't remember why it feels better. One whisper, which catches my attention like a spider does a fly, is louder than any other, and is coming from a dark hallway bathed in orange flames.

Walking towards the entrance to the hallway, I reach out and touch them with my fingertips. The flickering light is cool to the touch and I feel a need to walk into it. They hug my body with their beautiful feather tendrils, and a vision comes upon me. One that tells the story of a little girl taken away by dark magic and tortured by the beasts of limbo, her soul was then forged into a sword that would help her gain freedom. Not so long after returning to earth, she became sick and death took here away. Her sword then disappeared and has been sought after by sorcerers and other magic wielders.

My sword forms in my hands and burns with blue fire. It crawls up my body and I can tell it's rough touch apart from the softness of the orange blaze. My eyesight darkens until the fire is gone, leaving nothing but the black ash it left behind.

Adam

I'm walking down the hospital hallway when I see a feather on the ground, Maxi.

My pace turns to a run and I feel the ground for her. She's in an empty hallway, when I get there, there's nothing but ash, from the top of the ceiling to the floor panels.

"Maxi!!!" I try to move the ash, but I can't, I don't know why.

I hear shuffling inside the ash and coughing, she's alive. My fingers feel gritty in the ash, but digging is the only way I'll be able to get her out.

Maxine Lehnsherr

I'm stuck, I'm trapped, I can't escape this mound of ash, it's so packed in around me that I can't move it. My name is called, but it's muffled. I cough and wheeze from inhaling the ash, but there's something else, something that's causing me to hurt.

"Who's... There?" I barely hack out.

"It's me! Adam!" His voice is still muffled, but it gives me hope that no one else could give me at the moment. I feel for the edges of my confinement, but the wall isn't made of ash, it's metal.

Surprise racks my mind and I pull my sword out, still glowing in it's blue fire, it reflects off of the metal and it's silver, like adamantium.

Adam

I'm already so close, I just need to dig a little more to reach where she is. My fingers feel something cold and I place my whole hand on the object to find it's makeup extremely surprising.
It's adamantium.