Rising Storm

Rising Storm

Premonitions

          Ororoe Munroe sat in the library of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. She sighed, it had been several weeks since Logan had left. He had gone off on another of his excursions. She had lost count of the number of times he had left, still trying to figure out his past or was it his future? Who knew, except for maybe the professor. Scott had left too; with Jean gone he had lost a lot of his confidence. The professor had gone with Hank to speak with some politicians. She sighed again, she was stuck watching the few summer schoolers left at the school.

            She normally wouldn’t have minded but for some reason she had been getting the strong desire to travel recently. She smiled slightly; they called it ‘wanderlust’ in the stories. She wasn’t sure why either, maybe the winds were calling to her, or maybe it was African instinct calling her back to her home. She didn’t know. She just felt as though she had to go soon. She might almost call the feeling a premonition but she was no prophet it wouldn’t make since anyway. She stood up and sighed for a third time, her thoughts were becoming too jumbled. She needed air, to feel the wind currents around her.

            She got up and walked out of the still library into one of the several halls that connected the different rooms of the mansion, she walked past one row of dorms and onto the balcony that overlooked the entrance. She stood there a moment then continued down the stairs and out the door. She took a deep breath and mustered the winds around her, she savored the sensation as the ground dropped below and she regained some order over her mind. She began to let her thoughts unwind and begin to wander in a more relaxed fashion as she hovered a hundred feet from the steps of the mansion.

            Her mind chose to wander on to think of why it had been so quiet, summertime did not mean that other unfriendly mutants were on vacation too. She wondered what they could be doing and whether or not they were planning to liven up the few weeks between now and the return of Professor Xavier. She gently       let herself drop until she once again stood at the front door of the school.

“Whatever happens, I’m sure I can handle whatever schemes that are thought up by any absent minded mutant.” It certainly would be easier than trying to understand herself at that moment.

Before she went inside it occurred to her that whenever someone said they could ‘handle something’ in the movies it was referred to as ‘famous last words’. She shrugged, anxiously hoping things didn’t always work the same way they did in the movies. Then she laughed at herself Ororo, you know better. You really are rather worked up over this. Still chiding herself she shut the door behind her.

While somewhere outside someone chuckled, “Famous last words.”