Pre-Wedding: Wedding Crasher
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xp_logsWarren sees Lorna before she is dressed and he is freaking out.
"How are you not freaking out? I'm not even getting married and I'm freaking out." Warren paced around the small room, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. before flopping down on a chair. "My heart. It can't take this. Today has to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. Do you need booze? Or coke? I need booze." He patted his pockets before finding a joint. "Or how about pot? That sounds excellent. Oh wait, but then it'll smell bad and it'll ruin the ambience. God, today sucks!"
Oh, how little did he know that inside Lorna was on panic mode. "Calm down Warren." She put the last bobby pin into her hair and turned around to face him, still wearing leggings and a shirt. Her wedding dress was hanging nearby. "Smoke it. It will help you calm down." Lorna walked over to a window flap connected to the tent and opened it. "Just do it right there."
Fumbling with his lighter, Warren took her advice. A few drags later, he was noticeable calmer. "One person for the rest of your life....I can't even understand that. Are you sure about this? It's not to late to fly to the Maldives. Beautiful beaches."
Lorna looked over at him with an arched eyebrow, "When you find the one, you'll understand. I've known Alex since my Freshmen Orientation in College, he likes the same things as me. We are both mutants so we don't have to hide that part from each other and he has meet my dad. Even if he was kidnapped and held hostage for a month, the Brotherhood doesn't have nice manners when it comes to guest."
Warren made a little noise. "Is that your dad's way of saying he cares about you?"
"You'll be surprised of the things he does to get his way." Lorna said and went back to getting ready. "How you feeling? Calm?"
"Yeah....that sounds about right." Flicking the roach out of the window, he stared outside for a while. Beautiful day, beautiful bride..."You look amazing by the way, even in your shorts. Who is helping you get ready? Should I get out of here?"
"The others should be getting ready and joining me in a little bit. If you want to bug Alex he is a few tents down. I wonder if he is freaking out."
"He doesn't like me like you do," was Warren's response. Walking towards Lorna, he grabbed her by the shoulders gently and looked at her. "You got this. All you have to remember is "What would Warren do" and then do the complete and utter opposite of it. You got a great guy who loves you and tolerates me. What more could we ask for?" He grinned. "You're the best, Lorna. You really are."
Lorna had a mental image of Warren in this situation and she couldn't help but to chuckle at the thought. "I feel like we are both getting married right now, in this conversation. Don't worry Warren, one day, you'll be standing here. The blushing bride and I will be smoke pot and telling you to relax." She winked.
Warren shuddered and let go of Lorna's shoulders. "Way to ruin the moment." Impulsively, he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Now I'm off to ensure that idiot wedding planner I hired is doing her job properly. See you out there."
"Don't kill yourself Warren!" Lorna called out after him before her phone went off, looks like Charles wanted a word with her as well. Day keeps getting better.
Wedding Crasher arrives and greets Charles like an old friend.
A light wind swept along the beach as the guests of the Dane/Summers wedding milled around, waiting for the ceremony to start. The members of the wedding party were off in separate tents lined along the edge of the beach, getting ready.
For his part, Charles' wheelchair was parked on the strip of carpet that had been laid down from the tents to the point where the ceremony was to take place. Sand was not the best medium for a wheelchair, and while some subtly employed telekinesis from Jean had gotten him to his position, he was reluctant to push their luck. Fortunately, he was placed so that the wedding guests had to pass him to get to their positions, and he engaged each in conversation as they paused.
One of the guests, a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and carrying an impeccably wrapped package adorned with a green bow, strode down the aisle, ignoring the other guests until he approached Charles. "For all the engineering brilliance you house, no one thought to bring a beach-appropriate chair for you?" he asked softly, smirking.
Charles turned to the newcomer, his good-natured reply dying on his lips. The color drained from his face as he recognised the mental signature. "Erik," he replied stonily, yet quietly enough to not be overheard by the other guests. "I don't recall your name on the guest list. You're a wanted terrorist - as much as I hate to disrupt Lorna and Alex's day, I can't let you be here."
The mutant megalomaniac, his true identity hidden behind an ultra-hi-tech image inducer, raised a finger to his lips. "I urge you to keep your voice down, Charles," Erik said pleasantly, though his eyes glinted menacingly. "Unless you want to be responsible for New York losing its senators."
~Is this quiet enough for you?~ Charles responded telepathically, while he nodded amiably at his 'friend' and asked him about his health out loud. ~What have you done, Erik?~
Erik complained about his morning back pain and laughed, but his mental tone was sharp, mirthless. ~Insurance. I'm not here to trouble you. I only wish to see my daughter off. You can call off your lapdogs.~ He glanced at Scott and Garrison conversing down by the makeshift altar before turning his attention back to Charles. ~If anyone so much as makes the wrong move towards me, then both senators, their families, and their security details are dead. My men are on them now. I would rather avoid the bloodshed, though, wouldn't you?~
Charles' lips tightened slightly, before he gave Erik a wry smile and a nod and made a comment about the perils of getting older. ~You've planned this well, as you usually do,~ he replied mentally, his 'voice' tight with tension. ~For the sake of innocent lives, I suppose I will have to agree. I will, however, not let you out of my 'sight', as it were. And no-one can know you were here.~
~All I ask is a few minutes alone with my daughter and my . . . son-in-law.~ For all his usual control, Erik did not or could not keep his contempt out of his psychic expression. ~And I will leave after the ceremony. I hardly think they remembered to order a kosher meal, anyway.~ When Charles did not respond to the attempted joke, Erik shrugged. Can't win them all. ~I will ensure the safe return of the senators and all once I leave.~
~Very well.~ Charles shook his head. ~Let me talk to Lorna and Alex first. The last thing any of us wants is a scene.~
Charles gathers Alex and Scott in Lorna's tent and tells them the situation.
Alex had spent about ten minutes before getting the mental ping trying to style his hair, and he was still running his hand through it as he walked into Lorna's tent. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket yet, and his tie was hanging untied around his neck. He had been looking up instructions for how to do tie it while doing his hair. Winning at adulting.
"What's up?" He asked, looking between Scott, Lorna, and Xavier. "Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?"
Luckily for Alex, Lorna wasn't in the dress yet. She was still in her yoga pants and a sweater before walking over to Alex and helping him with his tie, "Is everything okay? No one is drunk already are they?"
Scott's gaze was surprisingly flat as he glanced back and forth between Alex and Lorna, a wry smile touching his lips. "Well knowing the people who live here...I'd guess more than a few people are at least on their way. That's not the real reason we called you here though." He fell silent and looked over at Charles, this was one topic Scott wasn't quite sure how to handle.
"Your father is here, Lorna," Charles said simply. "He wanted to see you married, and made his own arrangements to attend. Including taking hostages so that he cannot be turned over to the authorities."
"WHAT?!" Lorna jerked around to face Charles. Anything metal in the small area was visibly quivering before she calmed herself and everything was still. Putting a hand on her hip and the other hand was pinching the bridge of her nose, "Of course he would do something that idiotic. What are we going to do about the hostages?"
Alex had gone stock still, mouth hanging open in utter shock, and for once he didn't have a quip. His one and only experience with meeting Lorna's father had been.... unpleasant. The fact that he had been within a hundred feet of the asshole without realizing it was shaking him deeply.
Scott shook his head, "We are going to have a wedding so that no-one gets any ideas and does something we'll all regret," he allowed softly. "I've already arranged for a tam of X-men to slip out of the back and find the hostages. We'll find them and get them away from whoever your father has watching them, hopefully without him realising it either.
"Erik has planned this well - it's obvious he always intended to be here, so he's made sure he will be," Charles added. "Arrangements have been made for the hostages. What is important now is that the wedding goes ahead as planned, and without anyone being aware he is here beyond the four of us in this room. There are too many memories of what he's done for the many of the guests to remain calm if they do know he is here. And some would be compelled to take action against him. For the sake of the hostages, we must avoid that at all costs." He looked up at Lorna and Alex. "I'm so dreadfully sorry this has happened on your special day. I will be monitoring him telepathically to ensure he remains in the background."
Lorna sighed, she loved her dad, but not when he did things like this. "It is not your fault Professor." She looked over at Alex, wondering how he was going to deal with the situation.
Alex swallowed past the lump in his throat, trying to collect himself. The asshole wasn't going to pull anything at the wedding.... probably. Not with dozens of trained-to-fight mutants present. He'd be overwhelmed by sheer numbers. It'd probably be fine.
"Yeah," he finally said, his voice sounding strange in his ears. "I'm sure it'll be fine."
Erik sees his daughter to wish her happiness and to ask her to comeback to the Brotherhood.
Lorna had just finished getting into her dress with the help of Sue when she asked her for some water. The news she had heard from the Professor was weight hard on her. Watching the blonde leave the tent, Lorna stood in front of the mirror. She was both happy and upset. What girl didn't want her daddy there on her big day? But what sane girl wanted her dad hold hostages to do it? Hearing the rustling of the tent flaps, "Thanks Sue..." But it wasn't Sue was looking at from the mirror's reflection.
The strange man who entered the bridal suite smiled. "Hello, Lorna." Though the voice was equally unfamiliar, his identity was immediately clear when he made a small gesture with his hand and the tent's entrance zipped up of its own accord.
"You really like making things difficult don't you? There are other ways than taking hostages to get my attention. You know, like a normal email. Or go old fashion and go by snail mail. Or postcard. I like postcards." Lorna turned to look at the man, who didn't look anything like her dad but she knew it was him.
"Well, when my invitation got lost in the mail — which I'm sure is the reason why I never received one — I figured the postal service was not so reliable." He stepped further into the tent, smiling as he examined his daughter. "Look at you. You look stunning. So much like your mother. She would have been so proud to see you here."
"I would had invited you but you kidnapped Alex and you are sort of wanted in several States, if not all. Probably still in the top ten of America's Most Wanted." Lorna pressed her lips together as she stared at him as he brought up her mom. "Did you really just come here to see me? This isn't where you ask me to come back to the fold?"
"My dear." He stepped forward and extended his hands to take hers. Though the image inducer made him appear to be a younger man, it did not disguise the feeling of his hands, rough, dry, and calloused from a lifetime of hardship and war. "What do I need to do to make you come back to me? You play at this sapiens-normative lifestyle but it's not where you belong."
Lorna squeezed his hands. "I'll visit more if you give the Brotherhood up. There is already so much pain, hatred, and fear in the world - I can't add to that. I already have blood on my hands and I don't want to add more. I am helping our kind, but just in a different way that doesn't require taking involving innocent people. Not everyone wishes mutants were gone. Granted not all politicians are good and some of them..." She took a deep breath in and out. Must not allow angry to control her - not on her wedding day. "I don't belong anywhere dad but I found someone who makes me feel belonged somewhere."
"But you do belong. With me. You and your husband-to-be, your sister and your brother, too. It is your birthright to fight for your people, not to sit behind a desk or run around doing other people's errands. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in your life, Lorna. Don't coast through this time and regret it later. Return to the Brotherhood with me."
Lorna made a slight face and shook her head, "I believe in your ideals dad, but not the Brotherhood's way of handling those ideals. I've seen families ripped apart but I don't think causing more terrorism is the way to achieve a better life. It isn't easy but there are other ways." She couldn't bring up the fact that Alex and Wanda probably didn't want anything to do with him. As for her brother, only time would tell. "I wish, that just for one day, you can see what I actually do. Are the hostages safe?"
"I used to see as you do, before my eyes were opened." He sighed and gently let go of her hands. "They are safe for now. I was sincere to Charles. I will leave after the ceremony and let them free."
"You are a man of your word." She reached over and hugged the man, even if he looked like a complete stranger. "You're my dad. You don't need resort to violence to get my attention. I like flowers more. Lilies."
He had the opportunity to do exactly what he'd been accused of plotting. It would be little matter to Magneto to restrain Lorna and evacuate with her before the X-Men could mobilize a response. But it was a selfish impulse. Kidnapping her would not bring her to her senses to align with him. He'd already tried that, anyway.
He returned her embrace briefly before letting her go and turning to leave. "You will come back to me," he swore. "Your seat at my right hand will always be ready. Though I hope it is because you realize your destiny and not because some appalling tragedy provokes you."
Lorna looked as her father left. After all she did, betraying the Brotherhood, betraying his trust, he still is offering her a spot next to him. Looking down at her engagement ring and bit her lower lip. She knew where her destiny was at and it was leading her away from her family.
"How are you not freaking out? I'm not even getting married and I'm freaking out." Warren paced around the small room, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. before flopping down on a chair. "My heart. It can't take this. Today has to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. Do you need booze? Or coke? I need booze." He patted his pockets before finding a joint. "Or how about pot? That sounds excellent. Oh wait, but then it'll smell bad and it'll ruin the ambience. God, today sucks!"
Oh, how little did he know that inside Lorna was on panic mode. "Calm down Warren." She put the last bobby pin into her hair and turned around to face him, still wearing leggings and a shirt. Her wedding dress was hanging nearby. "Smoke it. It will help you calm down." Lorna walked over to a window flap connected to the tent and opened it. "Just do it right there."
Fumbling with his lighter, Warren took her advice. A few drags later, he was noticeable calmer. "One person for the rest of your life....I can't even understand that. Are you sure about this? It's not to late to fly to the Maldives. Beautiful beaches."
Lorna looked over at him with an arched eyebrow, "When you find the one, you'll understand. I've known Alex since my Freshmen Orientation in College, he likes the same things as me. We are both mutants so we don't have to hide that part from each other and he has meet my dad. Even if he was kidnapped and held hostage for a month, the Brotherhood doesn't have nice manners when it comes to guest."
Warren made a little noise. "Is that your dad's way of saying he cares about you?"
"You'll be surprised of the things he does to get his way." Lorna said and went back to getting ready. "How you feeling? Calm?"
"Yeah....that sounds about right." Flicking the roach out of the window, he stared outside for a while. Beautiful day, beautiful bride..."You look amazing by the way, even in your shorts. Who is helping you get ready? Should I get out of here?"
"The others should be getting ready and joining me in a little bit. If you want to bug Alex he is a few tents down. I wonder if he is freaking out."
"He doesn't like me like you do," was Warren's response. Walking towards Lorna, he grabbed her by the shoulders gently and looked at her. "You got this. All you have to remember is "What would Warren do" and then do the complete and utter opposite of it. You got a great guy who loves you and tolerates me. What more could we ask for?" He grinned. "You're the best, Lorna. You really are."
Lorna had a mental image of Warren in this situation and she couldn't help but to chuckle at the thought. "I feel like we are both getting married right now, in this conversation. Don't worry Warren, one day, you'll be standing here. The blushing bride and I will be smoke pot and telling you to relax." She winked.
Warren shuddered and let go of Lorna's shoulders. "Way to ruin the moment." Impulsively, he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Now I'm off to ensure that idiot wedding planner I hired is doing her job properly. See you out there."
"Don't kill yourself Warren!" Lorna called out after him before her phone went off, looks like Charles wanted a word with her as well. Day keeps getting better.
Wedding Crasher arrives and greets Charles like an old friend.
A light wind swept along the beach as the guests of the Dane/Summers wedding milled around, waiting for the ceremony to start. The members of the wedding party were off in separate tents lined along the edge of the beach, getting ready.
For his part, Charles' wheelchair was parked on the strip of carpet that had been laid down from the tents to the point where the ceremony was to take place. Sand was not the best medium for a wheelchair, and while some subtly employed telekinesis from Jean had gotten him to his position, he was reluctant to push their luck. Fortunately, he was placed so that the wedding guests had to pass him to get to their positions, and he engaged each in conversation as they paused.
One of the guests, a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and carrying an impeccably wrapped package adorned with a green bow, strode down the aisle, ignoring the other guests until he approached Charles. "For all the engineering brilliance you house, no one thought to bring a beach-appropriate chair for you?" he asked softly, smirking.
Charles turned to the newcomer, his good-natured reply dying on his lips. The color drained from his face as he recognised the mental signature. "Erik," he replied stonily, yet quietly enough to not be overheard by the other guests. "I don't recall your name on the guest list. You're a wanted terrorist - as much as I hate to disrupt Lorna and Alex's day, I can't let you be here."
The mutant megalomaniac, his true identity hidden behind an ultra-hi-tech image inducer, raised a finger to his lips. "I urge you to keep your voice down, Charles," Erik said pleasantly, though his eyes glinted menacingly. "Unless you want to be responsible for New York losing its senators."
~Is this quiet enough for you?~ Charles responded telepathically, while he nodded amiably at his 'friend' and asked him about his health out loud. ~What have you done, Erik?~
Erik complained about his morning back pain and laughed, but his mental tone was sharp, mirthless. ~Insurance. I'm not here to trouble you. I only wish to see my daughter off. You can call off your lapdogs.~ He glanced at Scott and Garrison conversing down by the makeshift altar before turning his attention back to Charles. ~If anyone so much as makes the wrong move towards me, then both senators, their families, and their security details are dead. My men are on them now. I would rather avoid the bloodshed, though, wouldn't you?~
Charles' lips tightened slightly, before he gave Erik a wry smile and a nod and made a comment about the perils of getting older. ~You've planned this well, as you usually do,~ he replied mentally, his 'voice' tight with tension. ~For the sake of innocent lives, I suppose I will have to agree. I will, however, not let you out of my 'sight', as it were. And no-one can know you were here.~
~All I ask is a few minutes alone with my daughter and my . . . son-in-law.~ For all his usual control, Erik did not or could not keep his contempt out of his psychic expression. ~And I will leave after the ceremony. I hardly think they remembered to order a kosher meal, anyway.~ When Charles did not respond to the attempted joke, Erik shrugged. Can't win them all. ~I will ensure the safe return of the senators and all once I leave.~
~Very well.~ Charles shook his head. ~Let me talk to Lorna and Alex first. The last thing any of us wants is a scene.~
Charles gathers Alex and Scott in Lorna's tent and tells them the situation.
Alex had spent about ten minutes before getting the mental ping trying to style his hair, and he was still running his hand through it as he walked into Lorna's tent. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket yet, and his tie was hanging untied around his neck. He had been looking up instructions for how to do tie it while doing his hair. Winning at adulting.
"What's up?" He asked, looking between Scott, Lorna, and Xavier. "Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?"
Luckily for Alex, Lorna wasn't in the dress yet. She was still in her yoga pants and a sweater before walking over to Alex and helping him with his tie, "Is everything okay? No one is drunk already are they?"
Scott's gaze was surprisingly flat as he glanced back and forth between Alex and Lorna, a wry smile touching his lips. "Well knowing the people who live here...I'd guess more than a few people are at least on their way. That's not the real reason we called you here though." He fell silent and looked over at Charles, this was one topic Scott wasn't quite sure how to handle.
"Your father is here, Lorna," Charles said simply. "He wanted to see you married, and made his own arrangements to attend. Including taking hostages so that he cannot be turned over to the authorities."
"WHAT?!" Lorna jerked around to face Charles. Anything metal in the small area was visibly quivering before she calmed herself and everything was still. Putting a hand on her hip and the other hand was pinching the bridge of her nose, "Of course he would do something that idiotic. What are we going to do about the hostages?"
Alex had gone stock still, mouth hanging open in utter shock, and for once he didn't have a quip. His one and only experience with meeting Lorna's father had been.... unpleasant. The fact that he had been within a hundred feet of the asshole without realizing it was shaking him deeply.
Scott shook his head, "We are going to have a wedding so that no-one gets any ideas and does something we'll all regret," he allowed softly. "I've already arranged for a tam of X-men to slip out of the back and find the hostages. We'll find them and get them away from whoever your father has watching them, hopefully without him realising it either.
"Erik has planned this well - it's obvious he always intended to be here, so he's made sure he will be," Charles added. "Arrangements have been made for the hostages. What is important now is that the wedding goes ahead as planned, and without anyone being aware he is here beyond the four of us in this room. There are too many memories of what he's done for the many of the guests to remain calm if they do know he is here. And some would be compelled to take action against him. For the sake of the hostages, we must avoid that at all costs." He looked up at Lorna and Alex. "I'm so dreadfully sorry this has happened on your special day. I will be monitoring him telepathically to ensure he remains in the background."
Lorna sighed, she loved her dad, but not when he did things like this. "It is not your fault Professor." She looked over at Alex, wondering how he was going to deal with the situation.
Alex swallowed past the lump in his throat, trying to collect himself. The asshole wasn't going to pull anything at the wedding.... probably. Not with dozens of trained-to-fight mutants present. He'd be overwhelmed by sheer numbers. It'd probably be fine.
"Yeah," he finally said, his voice sounding strange in his ears. "I'm sure it'll be fine."
Erik sees his daughter to wish her happiness and to ask her to comeback to the Brotherhood.
Lorna had just finished getting into her dress with the help of Sue when she asked her for some water. The news she had heard from the Professor was weight hard on her. Watching the blonde leave the tent, Lorna stood in front of the mirror. She was both happy and upset. What girl didn't want her daddy there on her big day? But what sane girl wanted her dad hold hostages to do it? Hearing the rustling of the tent flaps, "Thanks Sue..." But it wasn't Sue was looking at from the mirror's reflection.
The strange man who entered the bridal suite smiled. "Hello, Lorna." Though the voice was equally unfamiliar, his identity was immediately clear when he made a small gesture with his hand and the tent's entrance zipped up of its own accord.
"You really like making things difficult don't you? There are other ways than taking hostages to get my attention. You know, like a normal email. Or go old fashion and go by snail mail. Or postcard. I like postcards." Lorna turned to look at the man, who didn't look anything like her dad but she knew it was him.
"Well, when my invitation got lost in the mail — which I'm sure is the reason why I never received one — I figured the postal service was not so reliable." He stepped further into the tent, smiling as he examined his daughter. "Look at you. You look stunning. So much like your mother. She would have been so proud to see you here."
"I would had invited you but you kidnapped Alex and you are sort of wanted in several States, if not all. Probably still in the top ten of America's Most Wanted." Lorna pressed her lips together as she stared at him as he brought up her mom. "Did you really just come here to see me? This isn't where you ask me to come back to the fold?"
"My dear." He stepped forward and extended his hands to take hers. Though the image inducer made him appear to be a younger man, it did not disguise the feeling of his hands, rough, dry, and calloused from a lifetime of hardship and war. "What do I need to do to make you come back to me? You play at this sapiens-normative lifestyle but it's not where you belong."
Lorna squeezed his hands. "I'll visit more if you give the Brotherhood up. There is already so much pain, hatred, and fear in the world - I can't add to that. I already have blood on my hands and I don't want to add more. I am helping our kind, but just in a different way that doesn't require taking involving innocent people. Not everyone wishes mutants were gone. Granted not all politicians are good and some of them..." She took a deep breath in and out. Must not allow angry to control her - not on her wedding day. "I don't belong anywhere dad but I found someone who makes me feel belonged somewhere."
"But you do belong. With me. You and your husband-to-be, your sister and your brother, too. It is your birthright to fight for your people, not to sit behind a desk or run around doing other people's errands. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in your life, Lorna. Don't coast through this time and regret it later. Return to the Brotherhood with me."
Lorna made a slight face and shook her head, "I believe in your ideals dad, but not the Brotherhood's way of handling those ideals. I've seen families ripped apart but I don't think causing more terrorism is the way to achieve a better life. It isn't easy but there are other ways." She couldn't bring up the fact that Alex and Wanda probably didn't want anything to do with him. As for her brother, only time would tell. "I wish, that just for one day, you can see what I actually do. Are the hostages safe?"
"I used to see as you do, before my eyes were opened." He sighed and gently let go of her hands. "They are safe for now. I was sincere to Charles. I will leave after the ceremony and let them free."
"You are a man of your word." She reached over and hugged the man, even if he looked like a complete stranger. "You're my dad. You don't need resort to violence to get my attention. I like flowers more. Lilies."
He had the opportunity to do exactly what he'd been accused of plotting. It would be little matter to Magneto to restrain Lorna and evacuate with her before the X-Men could mobilize a response. But it was a selfish impulse. Kidnapping her would not bring her to her senses to align with him. He'd already tried that, anyway.
He returned her embrace briefly before letting her go and turning to leave. "You will come back to me," he swore. "Your seat at my right hand will always be ready. Though I hope it is because you realize your destiny and not because some appalling tragedy provokes you."
Lorna looked as her father left. After all she did, betraying the Brotherhood, betraying his trust, he still is offering her a spot next to him. Looking down at her engagement ring and bit her lower lip. She knew where her destiny was at and it was leading her away from her family.
