[center][color=39b54a][h1][b]P O L A R I S[/b][/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[color=39b54a][i]It’s starting again.[/i][/color]

Lorna Dane had been in this insufferable prison for sixty-seven days— sixty-seven days of pure disdain, loneliness, fear, doubt, anxiety, and utter [i]hatred[/i]. She had been put through several of these “bouts” incited for the sick entertainment of her captors and it never changed how she felt. Even with knowing that she [i]had[/i] to survive, she felt her morals struggling to stay with her as the person she was slowly fading away. Before being thrown into the event that would be today's “entertainment” that led to her facing down danger she hadn’t ever thought about using her powers to [i]kill[/i] and even when it came to the situation where she [i]had[/i] to back home she swore to herself that she would only do it as a last resort and to protect others. She was going to betray herself— she was going to betray her [i]family[/i] and what they stood for.

[color=39b54a][i]Pietro would be so proud.[/i][/color]

She looked down to the ground for a moment, thinking of how she must’ve looked to her teachers and family if they could see her now. She had to center herself— she knew that. Thinking in melancholy would only lead to her being a casualty in this awful prison and for her father to lose all of his children to unforeseen circumstances would end him and crush his spirit; she couldn’t imagine what he was going through right now back home not knowing what happened. She had to survive and show that unlike Wanda and Pietro she would be there at his side to persevere and rebuild the school with him. She may have been one of the youngest of the enslaved but she refused to be another casualty. 

She let out a heavy sigh, she couldn’t keep torturing herself with these thoughts. Thinking in such a way would only lead to her death and then it would be impossible to see how things turned out after what had happened in Genosha. Because in Lorna’s mind there was always a optimistic answer— there had to be some possibility, however small, to leave this place and return to her world. Because to never give up and achieve the unachievable was a value that her teacher, Jean Grey, had taught her; and if she had to kill others to live to see her friends, family, and planet again she [i]couldn’t[/i] fail. She [i][b]wouldn’t[/b][/i] fail.

The force-field in front of her began to fade into nothing, her eyes scanning the environment before she committed to the battle that was soon to come. She didn’t expect this to be a fight that would be easy to survive, nor did she presume just because she survived on her world meant that it’d be a simple victory here.

[color=39b54a][i]It's never a simple victory.[/i][/color]

The thought of a bloody fight brought her back to a few months ago— her enemy whom the other students had dubbed “The Overlord” had tracked down their hideaways in the last moments of the war they had been fighting and it was an all or nothing gamble. Whilst the older students and teachers pushed his fortress in Genosha, here she was back against the wall protecting who was left and in the end one of her friends painted the walls beside her as a feral mutant with jagged teeth and lifeless eyes came at her. His name was Victor Creed.

He was her first kill.

She took another sigh to clear her nerves before opening her eyes, both of her hands drawing her green hair back into a tight ponytail. 

[color=39b54a][i]I'm sorry. I have to.[/i][/color]

Narrowing her brows, she took her first step onto the field.