This is the latest X-Entry, featuring one of my favorites. Expect to see a whole bunch of X-Entries this winter, as I'm finally in vacation, featuring Rogue, Storm, Rachel and more!
Best of luck
Lestat
So, Herr Wagner, here we are again. Just a few weeks from Christmas Eve, and you're again here, alone in the semi-darkness, lit up only by the candles in the background.
I wonder just what it is I see in this place. They say you can't go home again, and "they" may be right after all. Maybe it's the mood, the silence, the calm... let's hope it's not the calm before the storm.
I don't know how long it has been since I felt this calm, this quiet inside. I remember everything that's happened the last few months... being the new leader of Excalibur doesn't make for the easiest of lives. What with both Peters, Nicholas and Wisdom, and both loving the same girl, and Rahne's problems. I wish the only thing that bothered us was Moira's coffee, but now I see that's not true.
I wonder how Charles did it, how Scott did it? Too bad I don't have the luxury to go on a worldwide rampage and "kill" the world's heroes for a year, or just take a break from my team because of a bomb planted inside me.
In fact, I can't help but think that we, Excalibur, are the last line of defense against the death of the dream. Operation : Zero Tolerance didn't really reach us, and so, if the X-Men had died at the hands of Bastion, we would be left to carry on. I think that's always been us, the last bastion (horrible pun, I know, Nicht Warr) of defense against the end of our philosophy.
Can life as an X-man be mixed with life as a family man? I love Amanda, I have done so since I was a young teen, living life in the circus as the best trapezist performer, and she was the most beautiful girl in the circus. Yet, somehow, it doesn't really matter what I do or don't, we always seem to drift apart. At least, she still has the Bamf Doll I gave her so many years ago.
Mein Gott, I feel old, and I'm not even thirty years old! How can this be? I want to go back to the happy-go-lucky mutant who teamed up with Spider-Man and cracked each other up, instead of this skilled swashbuckler, who finds it easier to slice and dice thru my problems
I'm fading in the darkness... maybe it's for the best, since I remember the last time light shone upon me here. In this very church, I was chased down in my youth, as a spawn of the demon. And every year since, I've been coming here to pray.
Maybe that can be enough to calm a leader's soul.
THE END
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