I'm starting to wonder what happened when Charles Xavier entered the house with all his wheelchaired glory.

Because right now, Ivy and Michael don't seem to remember me, and the Mist in their minds is gone.

I sigh, recasting the Mist over the town again, then collapse, exhausted.

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"What are you doing?" Raven demanded the minute they got back to the school.

Charles rolls his wheelchair as quickly as possible to the living room to explain.

"What Jean said was right, every one in the entire town seems to have their memories foggy. When I cleared them, new memories replaced the old ones, but those memories seemed more real, had more emotion in them, whereas the foggier ones seem to lack everything, like emotions, and only had pictures and words. That's when I suspected that their memories were altered." Charles says.

Charles sends a telepathic message to the rest of the X-Men to hurry them over to the room.

As soon as they arrived, Charles launched into an explanation.

"Right now, there is a mutant out there with the ability to alter memories. He had the whole town in the outskirts of Westchester with warped memories. We need to find him as soon as possible."

"Charles, he's a child." Raven says.

"I know, and we're not going to hurt him. I just believe that he may have a hard time controlling his powers, and his powers may get out of control if we don't bring him to the school to help train him." Charles says.

Raven sighs a bit but doesn't continue arguing.

"If there aren't any other objections, this mutant is a boy with hazel hair I believe, and green eyes. He's wearing an orange t-shirt with the words, Camp Half-Blood on them, I believe. Those are his most notable features. I need you to find him and convince him to come to the school. Be careful around him, though. We do not know if he is hostile or not. He may alter your memories, if you find him, yell it out in your heads and I will find you with the rest of us."

Charles nods at Kurt Wagner and Hank McCoy.

"You guys stay here. We might need you guys later."

Ororo Munroe, Peter Maximoff, Raven, Scott Summers, and Jean Grey were left to search for Alex, as well as Erik and Charles himself.

They disparate to gather their things, Erik obviously going for that helmet that Charles hates so much.

Quickly, they pile into a minivan that Charles just so happens to have in the garage (he's rich, so what).

Peter refuses sitting in the car, preferring to run instead.

"I'll meet you there, just tell me the address." He says. "I'll bet you that I'll arrive before you do."

Not that Charles doubts him, just worried that Peter will stop for a "break" and steal more things. If he has the police show up on his doorstep one more time...

In the end, Ororo (the traitor) tells Peter the address. Charles is not surprised, considering the fact that Ororo and Peter seemed to be good friends. And the fact that they bonded over having white-ish hair.

Continuing on, Charles had also noticed the similarities between Peter and Erik. He noticed whenever Erik seemed to be near, Peter seemed to tense up, and Raven and Ororo would try to push Peter to talk to Erik. Normally, people would dismiss it as fear for Magneto, but Charles had other suspicions. 

In the end, Peter was going to run to the destination, promising not to steal anything or make any more trips to Mexico to buy (read steal) tacos.

After driving to the town as fast as they could and meeting up with Peter who had already arrived (no surprises there), they agreed to split up to search.

"Anyone think that it's a bad idea to split up?" Peter asks.

"Why?" Scott says.

"You know those cliché horror movies where they decide to split up and something bad happens to one of them?" Peter replies, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really, no." Scott says, his visors gleaming under the sun.

"That explains so much." Peter groans.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Scott turns towards Peter.

Peter opens his mouth to respond.

"Stop arguing you two." Raven cuts in, breaking them apart, currently in her blonde form. "Right now, we have to focus on the mission on hand."

"Raven is right." Erik says, and at this, you can see Peter tense a little, before relaxing again.

"Alright," Charles begins, "What we're dealing with here is a mutant with telepathic powers with an unknown capacity. If you find him, don't take on him by yourself. Yell it out loud or in your head so we can find you. Be careful, though. He may seem like a child, but he has great power. And don't hurt him, we need him to trust us."

They split up to search the town, each promising to be careful and to not underestimate Alex. Though Charles never mentioned him by name, fearing Scott Summers reaction to someone who shared the same name as his deceased brother.

Alex Summers had so much potential.

Erik accompanied Charles, claiming he was there to help him in case he got stuck.

Charles felt like everyone knew what that really meant but him. The knowing look his sister Raven shot him before they left was a dead giveaway.

No one cared to elaborate, and Charles could read their minds, but he decided to concentrate on finding Alex.

Half and hour had passed when he heard Jean yell out telepathically that she had found him. Him meaning Alex.

Quickly, Charles sent out a telepathic message to go to the coordinates that Jean was at, telling Erik that Jean had found Alex.

Charles rolled his wheelchair as fast as it could go finding most of the members had already arrived in a small alleyway.

And there was Alex Fate was crouched in a defensive position, looking like a cornered animal, ready to strike out at any time.

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I had no idea what the Hera I had done to warrant such distrust and suspicion, but the X-Men didn't look very friendly right now.

Probably that stupid cow goddess' fault anyways.

Suddenly, the blond girl with blue eyes suddenly... it's not like I know how to explain it, but it seemed like her skin rippled or something and blue scales appeared and suddenly, she was blue with red hair and yellow cat-like eyes. Like the women from my vision.

And me, having absolutely no filter, said "Are you naked."

Of course, I already knew the answer.

Thinking back on it, she looked a lot like the blue smurf, so we'll call her, 'Smurf's Mom.'

Smurf's Mom chuckled and said, "You wouldn't believe how often I got that question."

I look at her nervously. She kinda reminds me of all the female campers. Deadly, with grace. Could kill you any second, but always seemed nice.

Of course, my unfiltered self said, "You're blue."

Then, trying to cover it up so she wouldn't kill me, I said, "Of course, there's nothing wrong with being blue, my best friend Percy would pay all his blue cookies to be blue, probably, and that's saying something. Actually, I wanna say you look a lot like the smurf, and going back, Percy's favorite color is blue, so he would love you right now. Not literally I mean, he already loves Annabeth, just platonically because his love for blue is great. Percy would be so much better at this right now."

I rambled on about the Mrs. Jackson's cookies, and how they were like the foods of the gods, when I finally remembered that these mortals were not friendly.

"Uh, sorry for rambling, my ADHD gets to me sometimes." I scratch my head, trying to seem more mature.

"It's okay," Wheelchair man, aka Charles Xavier, aka bald guy said. "I'm Charles Xavier from the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and-"

"I know who you are." I cut him off. "And no, I won't join your weird ass school."

The guy with weird glasses frowned slightly. He reminded me of a scowling puppy. That's what we're gonna call him.

"Why ever not?" Bald Guy asks.

I frowned now, "One, because I don't know who the rest of you people are, you could be kidnappers for all I know. Two, I'm not a 'gifted youngster', and I hate school."

The guy wearing the helmet cut in, "How do you know who Charles is."

Ah, this must be Charles' boyfriend then. I'd seen him twice in my visions, once walking away from Charles, and another when Charles found me on his weird celery thing.

It took a while for me to register that Helmut Guy was waiting on an answer.

"Uh, I did research on him." I stutter out. It was a bald-face lie (heh, bald) and everyone knew it.

"And why did you research him?" A white haired girl this time. Hmm, Elsa knockoff. 

Elsa Knockoff seemed ready to attack at any moment.

"Michael told me when you visited, and your name, so I researched a bit on you." This was half-true of course.

Michael had only told me that a bald man in a wheelchair had visited, but they didn't need to know that. I was more worried that Charles would read my mind or something, to find out that I wasn't actually from here. That I was a demigod. That I was descended from the gods for Olympus' sake.

I had theorized that Charles couldn't see through the mist, but could use his telepathic powers to remove it from someone's mind. I had wrapped my mind, and his, in a thick layer of Mist to cover my memories, and to prevent the Bald Guy from remembering anything he did see.

I could only hope the theory was correct.

Of course a part of me, a gut feeling, told me that I could trust them. That they could help me. But I've had that feeling with so many people, and so many had left me in the end.

"How can you research anything? It's not like this information is public anywhere." Elsa Knockoff asks me.

Ah shit. I forgot that the internet wasn't invented yet, so google wasn't invented at this time either. So no searching random people up and hacking into secret government files. How could I have forgotten.

I swallowed dryly before mentally facepalming. Of course, the Mist! I could use the Mist to make them leave, and forget about me entirely. Or at least stop searching for me. Why didn't I think of that earlier?

Charles seemed to notice the look on my face. The look of utter realization. "Whatever you're thinking you're going to do, please don't."

I, of course, being the person I am, ignored him.

I snapped my fingers, confusing some of them, before I said, "You didn't see anything here, all you want to do is go back to your life. You have never heard of me before, never met me before, and never will."

Their eyes seemed to fog over a little before they turned around and started walking in the other direction.

Well... most of them.

"Hey, where are you guys going?" The red haired girl, now redubbed Kim Possible 2.0, who I hadn't noticed until now, says, trying to pull the scowling puppy by his arms, but he only shrugs her off and keeps walking.

"Why aren't you guys going too?" I ask, confused.

Did the Mist not work somehow?

To test that, I turn towards the hot white haired guy (great, now there's a guy with white hair too), and said, "You are a chicken", while snapping my fingers.

He stopped where he was and started flapping his arms, jumping around all while clucking, his white hair flying everywhere. He then promptly tried to eat the things on the ground before I frantically remove the Mist.

"Huh, it does still work." I tell myself before turning to the three people who hadn't moved.

I assumed it was because Charles was a telepath. The girl could also be a telepath, because it only stated that Charles Xavier was the only known telepath.

The helmet guy though... it may have something to do with his helmet. I'm not entirely sure, but it was a possibility.

"What did you do?" Kim Possible 2.0 asks me, a little scared.

"I just convinced their minds of something." I try to explain.

"That doesn't explain why Peter was behaving like a chicken when you told him that he was one."

"It does, I just convinced his mind that he was a chicken. His own mind did the rest, filling in the details." I argue. 

Huh, so the guy's name it Peter. I felt bad for making him act like a chicken, but he probably wouldn't even remember it.

Probably.

Somehow, saying that didn't help any of it. Kim Possible 2.0 reached out a hand and a metal pipe attached to the wall beside me, and held it near my head threateningly.

"Make them come back." She hissed out.

I wanted to argue, say no, but part of me knew that I wouldn't win against her if I tried.

I sigh and remove the Mist, fully prepared to run whenever necessary.

I watch as I see Kim Possible 2.0's teammates come back to their senses.

"Wha-what happened." Scowling Puppy asks, confused, trying to clear the fog from his mind.

"It's okay Scott." Kim Possible 2.0 replies.

"Okay, what the fuck happened?" Smurf's mom asks.

As I turn to run, Charles says, "I would really appreciate if you think about joining the school. It would be beneficial for all of us." He hands me a card.

I blink at the fancy card written in fancy cursive painful to my dyslexic eyes.

I stare at him, deadpan, and say, "I'm dyslexic."

Most of them stare at me blankly.

"What's that?" Elsa's male counterpart asks.

"Seriously! Dyslexia!" I would pray to the gods but most of the gods are stupid, and aren't here in this world.

"It's a type of word blindness." Charles says, "It was first identified in 1877 by a-"

"I don't care for smart shit." I cut in, "It means I have hard time reading. I can read, but it's just harder."

Technically, it's because my brain's hardwired for Ancient Greek, and maybe Latin. But they didn't need to know that.

"But," I say quickly when I see Helmet Guy about to interject, "I will join your school thingy, because I'm sort of sorry about messing with your friend's brains."

I could also investigate this school a little bit while I was at it.

Charles smiles, relieved.

I reluctantly remove the Mist from everyone in the town. I was just starting to like it here.

I follow the group to their rich looking car (a plus) and find a seat next to Elsa's male counterpart.

The ride back was silent and awkward, for me at least. What do you tell the people you just basically brainwashed, and is now sitting in the same car as them?

Arriving at the school, which looked way more like a mansion or a castle (how much money does this Charles person even have?), the car pulled up on the driveway.

Walking in through the door into the huge room, with a chandelier, and grand staircases, was a very huge experience for me. I had never been in a rich household before, if you didn't count Olympus, but Olympus was the home of the gods. This was the home of a mortal.

"How did it go?" A familiar German accent fills my ears.

Blue Smurf? He lived here?

Sure enough, a blue humanoid creature boomfed into existence in front of me.

"Hey there. My name is Kurt Wagner! Nice to meet you." He said, holding out his hand to me to shake.

I awkwardly take his hand before he suddenly stands up straight, gasping.

"You!"

(2586)

Eh, so... longer than what I thought it would be. No idea what to write for this part. Go with the flow type of person here.

If Charles was a demigod, then his Fatal Flaw would be Hubris, or deadly pride. This is shown a lot in X-Men: The Dark Phoenix.

I did a lot of researching into the internet in the past, and dyslexia, your welcome. 

I also did research on the powers children of Hecate have, and a bit on Hazel's powers from Hecate or something, and holy shit do they have a lot of powers. Their power over the Mist is really cool, and Alex is on the same level as Alabaster. Casting spells is also a major plus. I read somewhere that they can also manipulate matter or non-living things(??).

They can also do necromancy stuff, which is talking to the dead or something. See other peoples crossroads/their place in life and what decisions would take them where/kinda see the future of people or peoples point of view. That's because their mom is very cool.

And teleporting through the mist, manipulating minds, hide entire locations, all very cool.

Constructive criticism appreciated.

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