I huddled inside the metal ball. Sitting at the feet of my new found ancestor. He stood in the center, concentrated, arms extended, using his powers to transport us via magnetic field. My Knees pulled up to my chest as we hurtles through the skies at I speed I didn't even want to ask about.

I wanted to start asking questions right away. But I didn't wish to break his concentration. After all, he was piloting several metal orbs across the ocean.

I feel the ball beginning to descend.
"Welcome to Genosha." He finally speaks, lowering his arms. The top folds away and I am temporarily blinded by the setting sun. The orb lands with a quiet thud. Magnito holds out a gloved hand to help me up. My first thought is to ignore it, after all he did threaten to destroy the city... But I decide to play nice, I take it and he helps me out the opening.

I am on a balcony. I walk towards the edge and look to the small city below. Its built completely of metal. From the living complexes to the walk ramps that connected from building to building. A towering metal wall seems to encase the entirety of this island as well. A island paradise, beautiful natural rock formations and waterfalls merged perfectly with metal and steel. It was beautiful.

"Breathtaking, isn't it?" I feel a hand on playing with a lock of my purple hair, and immediately flinch away.

"Ok.. Taică."
Father, I mock address him in my native tongue. "I am here on your island. I want answers now!"

"Very well.." He leans onto the balcony. "But you must change first."
"There is nothing wrong with what I am wearing." I respond, crossing my arms.

"I was talking about your mutant form, child. Here on Genosha we do not hide our true forms. It is law."

"Oh..." I gulp. Even amongst an island of mutants I still would not be comfortable in my own skin. But if this is what it takes to get answers... So be it. Taking a deep breath I release the spell and my form is reveled.

"Beautiful." I hear him say. "Happy now?" I Ask, pulling my hood up to cover my silver hair. "Now, answers!"

"What would you like to know?" He asks, removing his helmet. "Oh I don't know... Lets start with everything!" I interrogate. "About you, my mother.. EVERYTHING!"

He sighed, pulling off his gloves he began to tell me the story. "About 2 decades ago, around a year after the loss of my first wife, I was traveling through Europe, searching for something..." He starts. "I was hiking through the woods of Romania and came across a hungry bear. Now with no metal for miles this was quite a challenge. I did manage to subdue it but passed out later from blood loss."

The image of this tall man trying to fend of a hungry jucător de bursă
came to mind.

"I awoke hours later inside a gypsy caravan. Being attended by a beautiful gypsy woman with purple eyes and hair. She was a witch."

My mother had purple eyes and hair.... So that must be why he came to my side whilst fighting the sentinels... Because my cloaked form... It looks like her.

"I am daughter of no woman other, reveal what I've inherited from my mother..." I incant, my skin turns back to 'normal'. I pull a lock of my hair so I can see it. "I... I look like her..."

He reaches out and grasps the end of the lock I'm holding. "Yes, yes you do."
"Your mother was beautiful. She cared for me, she was an angel. Well more precisely, a witch. A very powerful one... But then again I've always had a thing for gypsy woman..." He trailed off with a slight smile.

My father went on to tell me how woed my mother, convincing her to marry him, how they were on the run from an angry mob of mutant hating extremists in Poland when she was 8 months pregnant with me. How she had been ambushed during labor and he had thought us both dead....

"Oh come on.. Hurry up!" I hear a male voice cry out in exasperation from the direction of the hallway. "Cut it out Pietro!" A female voice snaps back. "You are so slow, I'm literally running circles around you..." The male voice retorts. "Dad said to come see him in an hour.. Well it's been 59 minutes... Come on!" The male urges.

"Who is that?" I ask as the door whooshed open and a silver blur flashed past me. A woman dressed in a red cape leans against the door frame, looking at me with question.

"Yeah pops, I was just about to ask the same question." The figure slows and a young man, about 20, dressed in a silver and green bodysuit is staring at me with crossed arms. Bright silver hair glinting in the moonlight. "Why is there an X-men on our balcony?"

Pops?

"Children..." He calls to them. "This is your sister, Violet."