Vanish | Charles Xavier [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Twenty-Three | Summer Enrollment

The events of X-Men Apocalypse will happen in the next few chapters. So this is a time skip to 1983. They now have three children. So here is some minor age and name information.

Charles Francis Xavier is 51 (I don't believe that either but according to the movies that is how old they want you to believe that James McAvoy is)

Rosemary Leah Xavier is 41.

Alice Elizabeth Xavier is 10. (Some changes to her name have been made, I hope you do not mind)

David Charles Xavier is 7. (He is obviously based off David Haller, the canon son of Charles Xavier)

Lillian "Lilly" Sharon Xavier is 5.

I think that is all you need to know so far. There is better and more compelling story telling to come. If you have anything to comment on what you think of the story of what you want to see, then feel free to leave one as I would really appreciate reading any of your comments. Thank you.

Enjoy~

"Mutants, born with extraordinary abilities, and yet still, they are children, stumbling in the dark, searching for guidance. A gift can often be a curse. Give someone wings, and they may fly too close to the sun. Give them the power of prophecy, and they may live in fear of the future. Give them the greatest gift of all, powers beyond imagination, and they may think they are meant to rule the world."

As he finished reading what he had done so far, he turned to his wife who was resting beside him listening intently. He knew how she loved to hear his writing. She loved the profound thoughts of his or different understandings of being a mutant. She always listened with a big smile on her face. He looked down at her and returned her smile. She said nothing for a while, as if she was thinking of what he had told her.

"What do you think, love?" He asked.

"Spectacular, dear. As always you are a master with words and speaking eloquently of mutation."

He chuckled lowly at her sentiment as he placed the papers down and looked at his wife.

"Honestly Charles, I thought by now that you would know that I love everything you write," she commented as she sat up. "I specifically liked the Icarus reference."

"It's not finished quite yet," he stated.

"Then I look forward to hearing it when it is finished."

They had been together twenty-two years, married for fourteen years, and parents for ten years to three children. Alice, who was far too intelligent for her own good. David, who was gentle and loving. And Lilly who was so young and yet so mischievous. She adored all of her children, the first two looked more like Charles while the last one looked more like her with the exception of Charles's blue eyes. She knew Charles at this point more than anyone, as he did her. This was her favorite part of the day, when they were completely alone together with no one to disturb them.

"Although, Icarus is mentioned in Greek mythology, he was in no way magical. As depicted, Icarus and his father Daedalus, master craftsman and creator of the Labyrinth, attempted to escape from Crete by the means of wings that his father constructed from feathers and wax. Icarus' father warned him first of complacency and then of hubris, asking him to fly neither too low nor too high, so the sea's dampness would not clog his wings or the sun melt them. Icarus ignored his father's instructions not to fly too close to the sun; when the wax in his wings melted he tumbled out of the sky and fell into the sea where he drowned."