Chapter 1 in Fanfic for X-men Evolution.

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My hands work the loom, creating magic with the amazing machine. I love my loom, the click-clack of the boards. The way it turned yarn into a picture. I could never paint or write, but put me infront of a loom, and I can weave stories as well as any author or painter. However, most people don't care about my stories. Well, this tapestry doesn't come from my imagination. This really happened. This is my story.

Deep in a forest, far from what is called civilization, lay a castle. The stones of the castle were covered in ivy, and spiders presided in the windows. It was clearly an ancient castle, and yet the steady light in one of the windows signaled an electric lighting system. Two silhouettes could be seen in that window. They appeared to be arguing.

One silhouette was obviously a female. She was the one arguing the most. What she was arguing about was not apparent to those who were outside. To those on the inside, they knew all too well what the argument was about. It had been going on for hours.

"I did not bring my daughter here to be turned into a killer. I brought her so that she would stand a chance on the outside. That's the only reason I agreed to you putting that gene into her. I will not stand idly by while my daughter's life is ruined." On and on the female screeched, till finally she could yell no more. The the male began to talk.

"Won't stand for it? Won't permit it?! You have no choice!" With each statement the male seemed to get bigger as his rage increased tremendously. "I took you and your husband in when your lives became too difficult. It was I who swore to look after you and your daughter when he died."

"However," stated the male, "I did it on the agreement that you would never question my work. That includes training your charming daughter to be a killer. Your husband was too weak for the training!"

The female blanched, and by the time the male had realized his mistake she had gone. Running up the stairs with the agility and silence of a cat, she opened the door to her room. Whistling the call for her main attendant, she went to the window. When the attendant saw the position her mistress was in, she closed the door silently. Moving to the other female, she gingerly lay a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"What happened, Milady?" asked the assistant. The woman told her assistant the conversation that she had had with the master of the castle. Then she asked what he had meant about her husband. She had always thought that her love had died in a lab accident. The assistant had paled at being asked, but knew that she couldn't avoid such a direct question.

"Milady, are you prepared to hear the truth about the matter?" the assistant questioned. Receiving a nod, she proceeded to tell her the facts. From the master's insidious plan, to the husband's part in that plan. Finally, she told her mistress of the husband's death. Throughout it all, the female remained silent, though she got angrier as the story unfolded. Finally, at the end she spoke.

"I thought my husband had died in a lab accident. That's what I had been told. Your sure about this?" she asked. When the assistant nodded, she thought for about a minute. Finally she said, "Well that's it then. I must get my daughter out of here."

With that, the assistant and her mistress thought out a plan. It took them half an hour before they decided on said plan. The servants of the castle would stir up trouble, distracting the guards and master of the house. Meanwhile the mother and child would escape and head for her sister's house. The daughter would be left there, while the mother would offer herself as a decoy.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the female asked. When her assistant nodded, she sighed. She was told that though the servants would be sacrificing themselves, they wanted to. They owed it to her husband, and because they liked her besides. When told that, she knew she could say no more about the matter without insulting the servant's honor. Instead she collected her daughter, packed, and prepared for the journey.

When the signal was given that the diversion was about to start, the mother picked up her toddler and headed down the hall. She made it to the entrance after very near misses with some of the guards. Turning to her assistant who had walked with her to that point, she gave her a hug. Then she ran out into the forest, waving behind her. She was glad her daughter had fallen asleep, as they had a long journey ahead of them.

The female sighed, and stoked the fire. One week had passed, and both her and her child were exhausted. She thanked her lucky stars that one of her abilities was to draw kindling and wood to her that wouldn't smoke. She looked at her child, and sighed. Would her child suffer from sensing other's pain, like she did? Or would most of her powers come from her father? All these questions swarmed through her mind as she kept watch.

The father hadn't been were', nor had she. But they both had agility that was inhuman. So their child would have been blessed with that, even if she hadn't had the gene injected into her. The mother hoped that the gene would remain dorment when she had to leave her child. Even her sister, who had some of the same abilities, wouldn't be able to control a were'. Then again, maybe the child would take after her father in the liking of the Rennaisance. He had been so into it, even down to wanting to work a loom without electricity.

'Oh my love,' thought the woman 'if you had only know what was going to happen.' She whimpered inside, letting her grief fill her briefly. It helped a great deal to let go of the pressure that was building. When she got ahold of herself, she smiled at her sleeping daughter. Stroking the toddler's hair, she ran a finger over one of the ears. For the child, life would be better on the outside. Said child just slept on, blissfully unaware of her surroundings.

A month had passed since that fateful night. Mother and child hat survived to make it to a city many miles from the castle. When the female entered the city, it was with great caution. Humans had treated her and her husband with scorn. So her nervousness was understandable, as was her habit of sticking to the shadows.

By night, she had reached the section where her sister lived. Had anyone looked out that night, they would have spotted a figure hurrying towards the house at the end of the block. The figure was wearing a torn and stained cloak, so one couldn't tell the gender. It was this anonymous figure who knocked on the door of house 117. The house of the strangest lady in town.

The door opened, and the lady admitted the figure despite shabby appearances. Once the door was closed, the figure spoke "Tynla, it's been a long time sister." Tynla nodded agreement, and embraced her sister. She asked why the female was back in town. The female proceeded to take her daughter out from beneath the protective cloak, and then told her story.

"So you see, Tynla, I need you to watch after her," stated the woman. Tynla, who had looked in shocked amazement at her sister and niece throughout the story, nodded. Holding out her arms for the child, she grinned lop-sidedly. Relieved, the woman handed her daughter to her sister. She told Tynla that her current name didn't matter, and to rename her.

The sisters spent one more hour before the mother of the newly named toddler left. She did not take food with her. She fully expected to be dead within the week. Hugging Tynla goodbye, she told her to protect the child. She agreed, saying "I will watch over my niece."

The toddler wouldn't see her mother for years to come. She stayed with her aunt Tynla, and was content with her new name. Nakri.

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Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution (nor do I own Marvel comics.) Any recognizable characters are part of said comic company. All others are OC, and I do sort of own them.

Nakri: No you don't

Author: Shush you. Anyways, not meant to be a one-shot, but I do have a life off of the computer, and that life is about to get hectic. So don't be surprised if I don't post for months at a time. Please R&R, but be gentle if you're a critic. This is my first fanfic story.