Title: Goddess
by: Satine16
Chapter 3: One with Nature
Summary: This is the starting point of where our story truly takes off!
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they belong to Marvel! I am not doing this to
make any money so please don't sue me!
Ororo Monroe turned thirty-two years old and in the last decade had grown from a young,
stupid girl into a mature and poised woman. The power she possessed ran like a river down in
the depths of her soul and was a source as wild as a thunderbolt. Yet she kept it concealed in a
shell of serene beauty. Although she was truly a woman and felt things like all women do, she
remained an undisturbed, quiet, graceful goddess for all to see. The many diverse elements of
nature were at one with her and like them she had numerous pieces forming her being.
She had wandered out onto the property searching for Logan at sundown. The red orb just
barely skimmed the tree tops and long shadows were languidly cast across the land before her.
For a brief moment she stopped, shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in her surroundings in
their entirety.
"Can I help ya, 'Ro?" Logan stepped out of the shadows and into Ororo's line of vision.
"Hello, Logan," she didn't bother to open her eyes as she greeted her friend.
"Whaddaya want?"
Ororo's eyes fluttered open and she turned to face him. He stood in front of her wearing
only a pair of black athletic pants and suddenly Ororo forgot what she had come to find him for
in the first place.
"What do you do when you escape out here?" she asked instead.
"Calm down. Keeps me from kicking the Cajun's skull in."
A small smile crept across her face.
Approximately two years ago Logan had taught Ororo to meditate and connect with
nature in a way she could never have on her own. Although her powers had developed during
adolescence she was having difficulty balancing with the elements. She had gotten intense
headaches and attacks when nature's balance was thrown off, but shortly after Logan's teaching
she functioned on days when she would have otherwise been locked in her bedroom or in the
hospital wing.
"Do you remember.....?" her voice faded off into nothingness.
He smiled simply and nodded. She slipped off her sandals and stood next to him in her
white tank top and baby blue terry cloth pants. Both shut their eyes and Ororo stood right in front
of Logan. They began to move through a Thai-Chi exercise Logan had once taught her to relieve
stress and calm the mind. They moved in complete unison, neither one missing a single beat.
Movement flowed through both people and poured out form their very beings.
When the exercise was finished they slowly opened their eyes to the world that had gone
from orange to blue. Ororo gave Logan one of her best smiles and quietly slipped her sandals on.
No words were exchanged at all but the bond was there and they both knew what the other was
thinking.
Ororo turned and soundlessly sauntered back to the mansion. She had gotten a good
distance away when she turned and looked back to where Logan was still working. His long,
fluid movements were often disturbed by short, quick ones. He was the only other person who
understood what it meant to be so in tune with nature. He understood her. She didn't know
exactly what to think right then but she watched Logan until it became to dark to see him through
the trees.
Logan stopped and watched the bouncing silver tresses shine brilliantly in the iridescent
moonlight and fade as they danced through the back door.
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