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RITE OF PASSAGE Prologue written by Brawl Disclaimer: All characters in this story, excepting Amilyn, are property of Marvel Comics. I am gaining no profit from their use. Amilyn, and all characters directly associated with her, are my property and can't be used without my permission. Continuity Notice: This story takes place several weeks before Generation X #'s 49 & 50 and the Magneto War in the core X-Men titles. Other Notices: Anything in italics is translated from French. These marks '' mean a person is thinking to him/herself. These {} indicate telepathic communication. Home of Amilyn Marina: "Please, you have to go." Amilyn's mother was nearly on her knees, something no one ever did in their community. Amilyn ignored her. "You will not make me go!" declared Amilyn angrily. Her father got up. He looked annoyed, never a good sign. "You will go or you will not reach adulthood!!" Amilyn gasped at the threat. She had heard others in the community threaten that, but her father had never even hinted it to his only daughter. It frightened Amilyn. Several of her friends had died because of disobeying their parents. Amilyn knew that it was a serious threat. "I will go," Amilyn said, her voice reaching a slightly subdued tone. Her father nodded. Her mother smiled and burst into happy tears. "Your bags are on the way to the airport," her father said, "You know to be careful in America. Now go change." Amilyn nodded and went to her quarters. She decided to go to the small beach house not far away to change. She told her parents her desire and they consented. As Amilyn traveled the short distance she thought about what her parents told her. She would be going to a place in the United States called Snow Valley and would be going to a school for mutants. Afterwards, Amilyn would come home and go through her community's rite of passage. She arrived at the beach house and went in. The small house was her refuge from the world, a place to get away from her parents and the resrictive rules of the community. She was the only member of her family to keep rooms here. As she was finishing changing into her good traveling clothes, her mother came into the house. Amilyn looked at her. Her mother was ready to go with her to Snow Valley. "Amilyn," said her mother, "we won't be able to help you in any way. You will be on your own until you return." Amilyn just grunted. "Are we ready to go?" Amilyn asked, putting her hands on her hips. Her mother sighed. "Yes." And with that, they left for Snow Valley. A day later, Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, Snow Valley, Massachusetts: "Hey Frosty!" called Angelo Espinosa to one of his teachers, Emma Frost. "Angelo, do not call me 'Frosty.'" She glared at him. Skin just grinned. "When's our new student supposed to show?" he asked. "In a few minutes, hopefully." Emma glanced at her watch. Amilyn was late. She was slowly becoming angry. Her mother had promised that the French girl would be exactly on time. Emma often didn't do much with recruiting her students, but she decided to make a slight exception this time. Amilyn displayed a talent for communicating with sea life and possesed incredible speed and strength, which was amplified near water. Her father insisted she had other talents, but was vague about them. Angelo cried out. "Heya Miz Frost," he cried, "there's a car coming up the road." Emma sighed in relief. 'Thank goodness.' The car pulled up to the gates and Emma opened them. It pulled in about twenty feet and the drivers stopped the car, got out, and started to unpack luggage. Amilyn got out the rear passenger door. Angelo's jaw dropped. Amilyn was in a translucent tank top and high cut shorts. She wore her blonde hair in a long ponytail down her back. A lock of hair hung out in front of her face, shadowing the crescent birthmark on her cheek. Synch and Chamber were nearest to the car, and started to help Amilyn with her luggage. She looked flattered. Emma grinned at her male students. They were fawning over Amilyn, and Emma could see why. She was a beauty, as Banshee would say. Or more accurately Banshee would say "the lass is a beauty." She grinned at the thought. Emma walked over to greet her. Halfway to Amilyn's car, Emma realized Skin wasn't behind her. She didn't worry; Angelo would be along shortly. "Hello Amilyn," Emma greeted. She offered her hand to the girl. Amilyn took it. "Hello Miss Frost," she said with an only slight accent. Emma and Amilyn smiled. The luggage was taken into the dorms as Emma showed Amilyn around the grounds. Emma finaly got to the point that she was going to ask for the girl's suggestion for a code name. She did so. "Uh," Amilyn started reluctantly, "how about sometheeng to do with my powers?" Emma nodded an affirmative. "Deep Star," Amilyn stated. "Sounds good," Emma said. She didn't notice a slight tang to the air. In fact no one would sense the pheremones that Amilyn was secreeting, even herself. Her parents knew about it though. After all they had made her that way, in one way or another. Just outside the school's grounds: {Is she there?} {Yes,} his sublieutenant answered. He was at the fence of the school watching the Frost woman and the Marina girl. They were monitoring the girl. The commander was at a small camp about a half mile away, near a small creek. {And the pheremone?} the commander asked. {Let's just say none of the males will be able to resist her within two days,} he laughed telepathicly. The commander gave him the order to come back to the camp. The sublieutenant started running through the woods. 'Generation X would fall for her,' he thought, 'in both senses of the word.' He laughed to himself as he kept running. It would only be a matter of time.
