Professor Xavier, himself, stood speechless, but he had to intercede.
"Pardon my observation, but what of the physiological similarities. You neither have white hair nor blue yes."
Ora turned to him, as well as the other, at clicked a button on what
looked like a watch. The brown eye and black hair soon disappeared, leaving behind white hair and blue eye, just like Ororo’s. "I often use my device to hide my quirky appearance, for, in my line of work, looking as normal as possible is necessary to keep a job, not to mention you life."
"I see. Are you a mutant as well?"
"Yes, and that’s the reason why I’ve been trying to seek the truth of mutations. You see this is not just an image inducer, it serves as a dampening field as well. I have abilities that I cannot, or rather, do not know how to control."
Ora looked to her with crystal tears of joy and sorrow running down her cheek. "What happened to...mother? Why isn’t she here?"
Ororo turned away trying to keep from crying. ‘How can I tell her that...that::sniff::mom was killed when I was 8. How can I tell her’
Jeans comforted Ororo as Ora tried to collect herself. She turned to Ora with eye that told the whole story of her life. Like a book that fell open in Ora’s lap. She began to cry even more knowing why she wasn’t there, but not how she had died, to her, a second time. Professor Xavier, Hank and Jubilee left the three of them alone. The room felt as if it lap taken a heavy load and placed it upon her fragile heart. "How?...how did she die?"
Ororo couldn’t help, but cry by this time for she felt the pain of it all again. She sat down in a chair nearby and Jean helped Ororo to the couch. Ororo had finally gathered herself enough to tell her beginnings and her mother’s end.
"In order for you to know how, you must endure the whole story. After the plane crashed in the apartment, mom was buried in the ashes for 7 days. She was found by a salvage crew searching though the ashes for valuables. They found her barley clinging to life. They took her in and over the next few months, she was being nursed to health. She didn’t know she was pregnant wit me until about 4 months after the accident. She went out looking for you in the corners and the street...nothing. She finally gave up about a month later. She traveled south so that she could be re-united with her tribe. She made it to the boarders of Kenya and Tanzania when she went into labor. I was born in Nairobi, Kenya. When I was nursed enough, she traveled to the boarder of Kenya and Zambia, her tribal land. She raised my in the art of sorcery so that the legacy of our bloodline would live on. I spent most of my days learning, hunting and having fun. Most of the time, I would be with the animals playing for they did not harm me.
Things took the worse turn when War broke out in Rawanda. They were determined to gather more land for their country. That was the darkest day of my life. The soldiers came to my village and grabbed everyone: man, woman and child were force to leave their village and travel on a long dusky road.
"This day changed all that I knew forever. The children were separated from the mothers and fathers. Some of them managed to escape, but the met the bullet faster than they ran. Only about four children remained from the ones that ran. I was one of them. We didn’t even stand a chance, they just opened fire without a cause, without a reason. The children were forced to watch their parents shot in cold blood. As my mother laid dying I ran to her body so desperately wanting to die with her. Hr last words were ‘Find her for me’ then she took her last breath. As a cruel joke, the soldiers let us leave. I stayed there until one of my friends pulled me away. We didn’t know where we were going...all we knew was that we had to leave before it happened to us. I still see her dying in my arms, crying for us to be united. I did not know then, that it was destiny that she was teaching me and trying to get me to understand. I was not supposed to die, and she knew it... she knew all along."
She sat there with her face saturated with tears of grief and anger, pain and sorrow. Ora was just a teary-eye as Ororo. Jean could do nothing, but cry for she, too, felt the painful truth in her words and her mind. There is the silent beams of halogen lights and moonbeams the three embraced each other, trying to somehow comfort and ease the pain and enjoy the happiness and joy.
The hours rolled away fast to where sleep had beckoned them for the night. Ororo and Jean slept in the bedrooms upstairs, while Ora sat wondering, crying and reflecting. She found out for the first time in years, the method behind her mother’s teachings, but they left behind even more questions than before. ‘What happens now? Now that I’ve found her, what now? Do I leave behind the life I’ve been pretending and go with her or do I stay here at an empty shell? A flash of understanding now presented itself as she looked in to the room where Ora rested 'Now I understand. I have not finished what mother had started. She and I were meant to carry on the legacy. Now, I have to step I the unknown to learn and grow as mom wanted. She knew all along and didn’t tell. Well, Ora, you know what you have to do’
She slowly crept up the step and rested her head for the last time for she knew that life as she knew it would end here and a new one would begin in another place with the family she never knew, but must now try to know. She knew that life as a human had died, and life as a mutant had just begun.
Slowly she closed her eye with more peace then she had ever known before. Life most certainly would stretch out a new horizon in the storm of its chaos.
end of part 2. Please send comments to: ms_brownsugah@hotmail.com