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Charles Xavier was usually up just before dawn, dressed and ready by the time the sun rose, one of his favorite times of day, when all the world seemed still, not a soul was awake, and all was silent.

If he were to give thought to why this was his favored time, it was because it was the part of the day that he was able to be alone with his thoughts. No other thoughts could be heard from the sleeping students, only silence. There was also the calm before the storm, the excitement of the unknown, for at this school everyday brought something new. It was never boring.

The young mind was a glorious thing to behold, so ready to take in knowledge, a curiosity that many lost with age but children seemed to have not short supply of. His children in a way, and he loved each of them dearly. He looked out the window one last time before he left his room, to go sit on the porch and have breakfast.

He lived in a manor, located in Upstate New York that was designed as a school for young children who had gifts like his, the rest of the world called them mutants. Many who came to his school had run away from those who would persecute them for the way they were born. His school was a safe haven where they could get an education, and learn to control their powers so that when they left they would be able to be productive members of society. Many students even stayed on to teach future students. Though not every student was a success, many who did leave went on to be good people, helping others the best they could.

Something to his left sounded and he heard the thoughts of one of his more challenging students. A young girl from Ireland, a battered soul housed in the body of a fifteen year old girl. He remembered with perfect clarity when he had found her.

It had been pure chance when he had crashed from his plane on his way home from a meeting and had somehow ended up in her campsite. A girl, clad in tattered furs, surrounded by wildlife. She had looked at him with eyes that belonged to a beast, eyes identical to the ones that surrounded her. He had soon realized that she held power over the forest and that her powers were raw and uncontrolled. He had never seen such a power in anyone and though he tried to speak to her, he could not reach her through spoken word.

He did something he didn't do often and so he probed her mind and found that she had an unusual resistance to him, but he had assured her the best he could that he meant her no harm, it was two weeks before she didn't recoil from him, and then she let down a wall, and he was assaulted by horrifying images no human should have to endure, least of all a child just ripped from her home, her family slaughtered in front of her. He sensed her humanity and reached out to it, trying to speak with her, but the wall went back up, and he had to start from scratch.

After two months Storm had found him, alive, though malnourished and desperately in need of a shower, but alive. The girl had saved him, gave him food, protected him. He knew he had to help her.

Somehow he managed to convince the girl to come with him. She had been about six years old then, and now after so many years, she had made admirable strides towards being able to function as a normal human.
He had offered to send her home but she had refused. She had told him that she wanted to stay with him, and learn to control her powers. He had agreed to teach her, and since then had been in awe of her resilience.

The beast within her remained though, and he saw it from time to time, when she wanted the last of some snack, when someone frightened her, but as soon as it had come it was gone.

The one thing they had not been able to do, was to part her from the two canids she would not let go of, wolf hybrids she had come to call, Barahir and Braego, she had put one of his staff in the hospital when they had tried to give the dogs a bath, and she felt very guilty afterwards. After that no one touched them, so long as she took care of them, all was well, and they remained with her always, except for when she was in class, which had been hard to do, but she had gotten around that with a raven that frequently accompanied her. He would never admit but he always kept treats on hand for the bird. She had come very far in the years he had known her, but she was still wary of the human world, preferring the solitude of the trees that went on for miles around his estate, or in the library they kept amidst the books that had a calming effect on her.

"Good Morning Kukri," he called to her, and watched her stop still as stone and she looked up, the wariness in her eyes that was soon replaced with a warmth the shone brightly.

"Good Morning Professor," she said walking over to him, silent as a wraith, flowers that grew in her wake betraying her happy mood. She still had trouble controlling her powers but had come a long way, and no long covered the teachers in moss when they admonished her.

"You are up early this morning, did you sleep well?" he asked.

The young girl looked to the side, a darkness entering her green eyes. "I was having nightmares again," she said softly.

He knew well the nightmares that plagued the girl. He moved his wheelchair forward, and took her hand, "Remember Kukri, the men responsible were found and tried for their crimes. They can't hurt you anymore, I promise you they will never hurt you again." he said.

Kukri nodded, a smile spreading on her face. "Thank you Professor."

He nodded knowingly. "You should get something to eat, classes start in a bit and you can't be late again."
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Maddox had been up for a bit, already dressed and ready for whatever he had planned for the day. The halls seemed relatively quiet, indicating that most of the students weren't either awake or just awake enough to make any noise. He wasn't familiar with any of the students really, well not yet. He assumed that eventually he would at least know them by name. All of them. He would only get to know one well, that would be whoever he became mentor of. But the others, the others he'd at least know by name.

He exited the large building to see Charles and one of the students. "Good morning" he greeted the two, he had expected to see the professor awake but was a bit surprised to see any student out of bed. He offered the two a smile in hopes he hadn't caught them by surprise. He turned to the girl, who he never recalled formally meeting. He may have, but her name just slipped his mind. It was a big school. "Forgive me for...overhearing, but if you have any trouble sleeping you're welcome to wake me up. I may be able to help, possibly very little, but help nonetheless."

The older male was well aware of the wide range of ages that the school hosted, as well as the fact that many of these students may have seen some horrors before attending. He himself doubted he had witnessed anything quite like what some of these children have. People were cruel, especially towards mutants. That much was obvious, hell, that was the one thing he had witnessed multiple times.


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Maddox was correct, many of the children who arrived on the Professor’s doorstep were more often than not on the run, be it from themselves, their pasts, or from the ones who would do them harm. She had been lucky enough that the professor had found her when he did. Had he not, she didn’t know where she would be.

The nightmares were always the same, the men came for her in the dead of night. Her parents gunned down in front of her, their blood spattering on the wall, and their four year old child. She remembered it, she could still taste the iron tang of blood that coated the floors and walls. The smell of seared flesh had been burned into her nostrils. She felt her world crash down around her as she tried to shake her parents awake, they would protect her, they always protected her. They would not stir again.

She was taken, and she was tortured. In the nightmares, the men wore masked faces and stabbed her with tiny knives and poked her with horrible needles a thousand times. Her throat would be raw from screaming yet she knew in the dream hat no one was coming to save her. Everyone who had ever loved or cared for her had died the night of the fire. Some nights they would make her do terrible things, kill for them, do tests, fight others like herself until she was an inch from death. They studied her, beat her, never letting her rest. And always the masked men, they laughed at her pain, they relished in it. They wanted to hurt her.

She remembered the smell of rooms too clean and walls that were too white, too bright to look at. They always came and filled her with needles, they cut her and made her do terrible things, she couldn’t take it anymore, then someone had a plant, she didn’t understand what happened, but she stood amidst the bodies, the plant having taken the shape of the wolf her mother had told her stories about. The protector of their family. She left the bad place that night, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.

She remembered that something had been calling her, and she had heard the voice when she saw the plant, what she now understood to be an ash sapling. It got louder and louder until she stepped outside into a night lit by stars and the moon. She understood that the forest was calling to her, it had heard her pain, yet could not reach her, but finally she was here. The forest spoke to her, the trees, the animals, the wind that flowed threw the trees all called to her. She locked herself away, giving into the instincts that she had been to young to understand had been her mind’s way of protecting itself. She fled into the trees, running until she fell at the feet of a great canid, she didn’t understand how he was there but she cried out and threw her arms around the beast, as the forest came alive around her. She understood then that the forest would protect her, the beasts of the forest would protect her, no one could reach her now.

She shook herself from her thoughts, she still felt the pull sometimes, the desire to go back to that dark place. It had been so safe there, she could rest there, but she couldn’t, not when she had made it this far. She owed Professor Xavier everything, he had saved her life, given her a home and asked for nothing in return, except for the occasional homework assignment.

The professor had tired everything to make the nightmares stop, medicine, magic, herbs, special teas, meditation, but nothing made the images go away, so that when Maddox came forward she turned to him, her hand squeezing the professors’.

People she didn’t know scared her, yet this man had kind eyes. He offered her something that she had not tried before, could he help? She felt a soothing presence in her mind and knew that the professor was helping to calm her. She smiled brightly at the professor before turning back to Maddox.

"How can you help?"
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The locked door was beginning to accumulate a coating of frost, a silver paint job of ice over the naturally dark wood. The room inside was no better, a frozen space with the windows smeared with a coating that made it impossible to see out. Anyone who wandered in would find goosebumps appearing on their arms as they realized the bedroom lacked any source of heat. If anyone attempted to move anything int he room they'd find every object was terribly cold. It was has if the heat had been sucked out of the room to leave it as a a freezing death for anyone who dared to enter. The girl standing in the center of the room didn't seem to mind it, ten minutes earlier she'd been asleep without disturbance. Since she woke up the red head had only moved to pull a hoodie on to match the sweatpants she'd fallen asleep in, staring at the frosted over window for several minutes afterwards.

Yanking on a muddy pair of converse, the redhead slipped out of the room. The door was left ajar, allowing heat to creep back in. With the hallways virtually empty there was nobody around the notice the temperate drop as the redhead wandered down the halls. It was just enough to make a passerby uncomfortable, but everyone was avoiding their morning chill.

Sincere walked into the kitchen and didn't bother to turn on the light as she walked around the counters. There was a little click as she turned on the stove, a circle appearing on the stove top where the heat was turned on. Sincere walked to the sink, filling a kettle with water before sliding it on top of the burner. Noticing the small group outside, Sin left the kitchen left the kitchen in it's early morning darkness.

The red head was rather accustomed to wandering outside whenever she got the chance. Anytime there was nothing to do, Sincere would be jogging around the campus or racing one of the older boys. Of course the kids with super speed won, but it was fun. Sincere stopped just outside the front door of the mansion, folding her arms as she watched the adults and the student talk. She didn't have any interest in what it was about, but it had become ritual that she mentioned when she was heating up water. Even as she stood there, preparing to offer a morning drink, Sincere lacked any sort of smile or friendliness.
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The nightmares were relentless, praying on whatever solace Dusty tried to find in the night. The dark hours trudged on as if they years passing by, waking up every few moments at the shocking sight of another disturbance. Frustrated, the pale girl lay motionless in the center of her bed, staring at the ceiling till the first sign of dawn approached. Rolling out of bed Dusty fell to the floor, like a bag of rocks. Still, she made no effort to lift herself from the ground. Still pissed off about the little amount of sleep she received on her first night in the house.
It wasn’t until several minutes passed that Dusty sat up blowing her annoyingly long hair out of her face before standing and walking to the mirror. She faced herself, gazing into the mirror before grabbing her knife from her bag. Gripping her long hair in her fists she quickly swiped the knife across the bundle, leaving her with a shoulder length hair, turning back to the mirror the young girl considered herself once more, offering a light smile at her new appearance before tossing the long strands of white hair in the trash, not bothering to get too dressed the young child threw on various items from her bag which consisted of a white sweatshirt and some pants.
Dusty huffed once more before standing and proceeding to her door placing her hand tentatively on the handle. It took a moment but she finally opened the door and quickly headed out. The layout was confusing but soon she found her way down the stairs. It wasn’t that Dusty was particularly interested in socializing, she was curious as to where everyone was. Her blue eyes drifted to the outside porch, finding everyone gathered around Xavier. Charles Xavier was probably the only person Dusty even considered close to being a friend. He had saved her from torment, offered her a place to stay, and a place to learn to control her abilities. Despite her usual unpleasantness she made certain to offer the older man, at the very least, a small smile as she passed by the door on her way to the kitchen.


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At Kukri's question, he chuckled "A perk of my power. It may not completely help but, maybe just enough for you to sleep through the night." he explained, knowing full well that none of the students really knew what the adults in this school were capable of unless shown or told. However Maddie was so new, in a sense, that not many of them were aware of his mutant power. He'd never think of it as a gift, since not all mutants were given a good power per say, but it was a more positive one to get.

Seeing motion, he glanced over in time to see Dusty pass by the door and see Sin had suddenly appeared "Morning" he greeted, directed at both girls although one was just passing by the open door. He glanced at Sin "Sleep well?" he asked, he didn't know any student seen so far, but being nice never hurt. Especially since what his sister lacked he made up for, being nice was one of those things it seemed.

He looked back to the professor and crossed his arms "Isn't it a little to early for classes to start, Professor? Many of the kids seemed like they were still asleep." though he knew they would have to wake up eventually, he thought it seemed a bit early. He should have also asked if he was going to be teaching, but he decided not to. He figured that would be told to him whenever it was necessary for him to know.


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The professor felt the stirrings of some of the students who were known to be early risers. Among them a young girl who possessed the ability to manipulate water. It broke his heart to know so many children, his children as he saw many of them, had come from broken homes, the streets, or worse. It had been his hope that by opening this school many of these children would be able to have a place to call home, that they would know that here they were accepted and safe. He saw the sweet blue eyed child and nodded to her sending her a gentle mental greeting.

“Dusty, how are you this morning?”

It was his hope that Dusty and Kukri might become fast friends, both their powers coming from nature.

He saw Sincere, though he knew she went by the shortened version of Sin, he refused to call her that feeling her given name much prettier. “Sincere, my dear,” he chuckled a little at his rhyme, “Come and chat with us. You are so kind to always hear water,” he said a warm smile on his face.

He turned to Maddox nodding, “Some of the students have early morning classes but some are early risers like these three. Kukri I believe has an early history lesson to make up as she had the flu recently.” He knee the girl felt bad as when she had had the flu, they had had to move her to a different room as her powers kept making fragrant herbs grow everywhere. On the positive side, they had plenty of fresh herbs for a while to keep the kitchen stocked.

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Kukri felt a brief flutter of panic. The look in her eyes took on a feral look, as if she were a beast herself. Thethought of someone using their powers on her putting her on the defensive. She felt professor reach out to her, but she had already started her calming process; a technique she had spent years perfecting. It was over in a matter of moments.

He was just trying to help, she opened her green eyes and smiled at him, he was a teacher. He was here to help. She nodded to him, “I would appreciate it, thank you,” she said. Her smile was warm yet behind it was a touch of exhaustion.

It was a daily occurrence fighting the urge to regress back to the more primal state the professor had found her in as a child. It was so easy, so pure. She had learned years later that she had probably become feral as a way to protect herself from the trauma she had suffered as a child. She remembered vividly how easy it had been. There was no anxiety, she didn’t worry about people or anything that didn’t have to do with surviving till the next day. In a way it had been easy living like that, but after years of being taught by the professor she knew it was not who she was. She wanted there to be a day when she would be able to control her powers without fear of hurting those closest to her. It would come eventually.

She smiled at Dusty waving her hand. She liked he girl though had never really talked to her. The professor would know her story though he never shared their stories saying that their stories were theirs to tell to one another.

She saw Sin, another girl and smiled.
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While everyone else offered moderate friendliness, the redhead's face remained stoned in a passive expression. Not even a wave was offered. Granted, Sin had been like that on her first day at the academy. Even the professor didn't get much out of her - in English at least. There had been various spouts of Russian thrown out, though Sin refused to translate anything she said. Anyone who bothered to google translate what she said quickly found out they shouldn't, solely because of the vulgarity of Sin. Sometimes it was best if things were left to the unknown - the red head's commentary included.

At the teacher's questioning, Sin only reply with a shrug. She slept like a log - what conversation would that ignite? She didn't know the teacher particularly well, though she wouldn't doubt that he'd probably only recently gone from being a student to a so called teacher.

If Sin was distrusting of a teacher, the professor wasn't particularly better in her mind. In fact, she hated the idea of him being in her mind. She was a private person - someone who could simply read everybody's mind violated that nature. While she wasn't particularly closed off to his ability, Sin didn't hesitate to react to it. She'd melted a chair the first time. If she needed to talk, it could be done aloud. It caused some tension, more so on the Russian's behalf, when it came to speaking with the professor. Then again every interaction with Sin came with tension.

Without a response to the professor's offer, Sin walked down the front stairs to join the group accumulating outside. She couldn't feel it, but in a two foot or so radius of the mutant it was abnormally warm. Not the kind of warm a person was suppose to be - this was closer to the heat of a pan that had just been taken out of the oven. This was a rather mild temperature for Sincere to register at. There were some days where she'd heat a classroom like a furnace.

"If anyone wants hot water when the kettle's done, pour it yourself." Sin's first comment was a delayed note about the boiling water, but it came with out an insult which was rare. Even if it sounded rude, it was true. If Sincere was around the water for long enough there would have been no point in boiling it in the first place. It was one of the few things that her abilities made difficult. Foods and drinks tended to go cold when all the heat was being absorbed.
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