Do you remember my two boys? I- I know you never met them, but the story wasn't exactly a secret from [ Everyone but her ] most people.
I didn't forget the way everyone seemed to think. It took some time, but I started to remember things. Little snippets of memory, of what my children looked like. I thought that I had to do something, I couldn't just let them be taken from me like that so. I went to Doctor Doom. He had the best understanding of magic, the only one who might help me bring my children back and for whatever reason, he agreed. With his help, I was able to tap into the Force of Life and act as a conduit to it.
I.. don't really remember what happened after that. I remember my life going on as if normal, but my memory of my children was. Shaky. As was my grasp of my powers. I thought I could control it, I thought I was tapping into a strength that I had never had before. And then I just. The memories of my children and the way I lost them came back and I was.
[ Her voice breaks a little. ] I was so angry, Lorna, angry at the Avengers for taking them away from me. I tried to destroy them and. And I very nearly did. ...Perhaps I really did, for a little while, I don't. I don't really remember the time that followed. I was losing my grasp on reality, trying to rebuild the life I wanted. I do remember the Professor was there, trying to help me. Doing what little he could... And then Pietro was there. He was shaking and talking so fast, I could barely hear the words. He kept saying the Avengers were going to kill me, our friends and...
A part of me wanted that. But Peitro was. I don't blame him, I don't. All he ever wanted was for us to be happy and I would have done anything to give him that... So, I did. I remade reality. I made it safe for mutants, for us. But it all fell apart so completely and Father...
I can't blame him either. Not for what I did. I cast a spell without thinking and took away the powers of nearly every mutant on Earth. And... killed a few of them because of it.
and then i wrote a novel oh my god i'm sorry
I didn't forget the way everyone seemed to think. It took some time, but I started to remember things. Little snippets of memory, of what my children looked like. I thought that I had to do something, I couldn't just let them be taken from me like that so. I went to Doctor Doom. He had the best understanding of magic, the only one who might help me bring my children back and for whatever reason, he agreed. With his help, I was able to tap into the Force of Life and act as a conduit to it.
I.. don't really remember what happened after that. I remember my life going on as if normal, but my memory of my children was. Shaky. As was my grasp of my powers. I thought I could control it, I thought I was tapping into a strength that I had never had before. And then I just. The memories of my children and the way I lost them came back and I was.
[ Her voice breaks a little. ] I was so angry, Lorna, angry at the Avengers for taking them away from me. I tried to destroy them and. And I very nearly did. ...Perhaps I really did, for a little while, I don't. I don't really remember the time that followed. I was losing my grasp on reality, trying to rebuild the life I wanted. I do remember the Professor was there, trying to help me. Doing what little he could... And then Pietro was there. He was shaking and talking so fast, I could barely hear the words. He kept saying the Avengers were going to kill me, our friends and...
A part of me wanted that. But Peitro was. I don't blame him, I don't. All he ever wanted was for us to be happy and I would have done anything to give him that... So, I did. I remade reality. I made it safe for mutants, for us. But it all fell apart so completely and Father...
I can't blame him either. Not for what I did. I cast a spell without thinking and took away the powers of nearly every mutant on Earth. And... killed a few of them because of it.