Journal Entry 13/1/25

[xp_pixie]

I still hear the Grande Dame's voice in my head, mocking me, calling me impure, tainted. But you know what? That “tainted” power of mine was strong enough to break her hold (sorry Namor, but stabbing you with the Soul Dagger was the only way!). So she can just deal with it. And they are not family!

My mum and dad might not have given me their DNA, but they gave me everything else. Love, a home, their values. And I count the X-Men as my family, too.

- Megan. Pixie. Mutant. Witchbreed.

Comments

[xp_daytripper]

1) Who is this Grande Dame and where is she so I can stab her in the face with a rusty fork?

2) Welcome to the "stabbed by Pixie's Soul Dagger" Club, Namor. ;)

3) Too bloody right we're your family.

[xp_meggan]

Oh, that would be Otherworld!

Where you must never ever say your name, or eat or drink what's offered, or you get thralled (with the former) or bound (with the latter) to the place. And can never leave without, well--the stabbing.