Her world was spinning and crumbling around her as a young, teenage girl yelled and tried to case after the men who had her long, lost sister. They had just found the red head and now she was gone again. Everything around her became blurry as she fell to the ground, her mind slipping. He had got her again, and would probably erase her newly restored memory as well.

"Medusa...I'm sorry..." Whispered the teenager as the world around her went black.

"Professor, I think she's waking up!"

"Kurt, be quiet! You'll scare her!"

"Will you two please be quiet? She's just starting to wake up!"

Three voices argued. They all had very different accents, and were very loud. More importantly, where was she? Who were these people arguing very loudly around her? Where is my sister? All of the sudden, her ravaging thoughts stopped, calming her down a bit. She stirred, eventually opening her eyes. A bright light blinded her, but as her eyes adjusted to the light, she could finally see the people around her. Who are these people? Where's my family? The panic in her began to rise again. The girl sat up, but regretted it as the blood rushed to her head. She groaned as she regained her sense, taking in the people around her.

Her eyes first landed on a young woman with fiery red hair and contrasting green eyes that showed concern. Similar to Medusa, but not quite there yet. The boy next to her right side was probably the same age, if not a bit older. He stood next to the red head, as if protecting her from any oncoming trouble. Just like him, how ironic. To his right, there was a woman with snow white hair, who seemed to be supervising the others around her. Three others were on the red haired girl's left. Two were very different girls; one was tall and pale and garbed in dark colors with white streaks in her dark hair, while the other girl was short, her brown hair in a ponytail, and her clothes in a pastel theme. The boy seemed like the most normal out of the bunch. They are just like my family. How strange. Is it that we Inhumans and humans are not so different after all?

"Please don't get too close to her, she just woke up." Said a voice that everyone in the room turned to. Once the group of teenagers and the older woman gave her her space back, she could finally see who was talking. A bald man in an automatic wheel chair came over to her and smiled. "Don't be afraid. I am Charles Xavier, owner of this school. You can call my Professor, though. These are a few of my students, Jean, Scott, Kitty, Rogue, and Kurt. And this is Ororo, one of the teachers here." When someones name was said, the person would wave at here or something of the sort.

From what she could tell, this wasn't a normal school. Not normal at all. I don't think they are human, nor are they one of us. She mused in her mind as she sat and listened to Professor Xavier, oblivious to the two new comers, although, they were kind of obvious, as one of them was blue and furry. "No, we are not normal nor humans. Though, I cannot honestly say that we are not one of your kind."

He chuckled at her surprised expression. "I am a telepath, enabling me to read the minds of others. Even though I have this gift, I do not probe the minds of others without reason. With that in mind, do you mind telling us who you are?" As she opened her mouth to speak, everyone else in the room perked up a bit, interested in what she had to say.

"I am Crystalia Amaquelin, member of the Royal Family of the Inhumans. I prefer that you call me Crystal, though." The girl, now known as Crystal, said, remember a proper greeting. Everyone in the room had a confused expression after she greeted herself. Ignorant as ever, humans are. She thought, mentally scoffing.

Crystal sighed, knowing the question on everyone's mind. "The Inhumans are a race of superior humans created by the Kree long ago. At birth, we are exposed to Terrigen Mist, which enable us with unique abilities."

"What can you do?" Asked the seemingly normal boy, which turned out to be one of the arguing voices earlier. "I can control the four classic elements: fire, water, air, and earth." Answered Crystal before Professor Xavier cleared his throat. "I apologize for interrupting, but I'm pretty sure you don't want to stay in here forever, Crystal. You'll be rooming with Jean for the time being. The red head from earlier walked over to Crystal and stock out her hand. "Hi, I'm Jean Grey."

As the Inhuman reached out to shake Jean's hand, the young male who was standing with her before had a look of worry on his face before Jean lead Crystal, who was wearing a pair of white pajamas, out of the room.

"How can you be so sure we can trust her, Professor!?" Scott said angrily after the girls had left. "Like, calm down, Scott. Crystal seems nice." Kitty tried to comfort him, but it was no use. Scott was in one of his ranting moods again, the kind that only one person can bring him out of.

Kurt nodded at Kitty's reply. "Yeah, she does seem nice. And she's just like us!" Scott glared at them through his glasses before turning his attention back at the professor. "No, she's not! She's completely different from us! She probably has others of her kind on their way right as we speak. Maybe she's a spy." He ranted irrationally before Professor Xavier gave him a stern look, clearly saying something telepathically to the boy.

Logan kicked himself off of the wall he was leaning on and walked over to Scott, glaring at him. "Don't you realize that you're saying the same thing humans say about us?" He snarled before walking out of the infimary, the others, except Scott and Professor Xavier, in tow.

"Logan is right, Scott. Think about what you've said just now, and the things you've heard."

A/N:: Hi hi!! This is probably my first non-OC fic. :O OMG, so exciting...I think. Well, anywho, I wanted to write this story because Crystal wasn't in X-Men: Evo., and it pissed me off because I am a Pietro/Crystal fan at heart. I really don't care if you review, but it would be nice. Yes, I know, Scott is being an ass here. But, are you really surprised? No, me neither. He would probably act like that if some strange, non-mutant girl was rooming with Jean.

I don't know when Pietro will come into this story, maybe next chapter. Tata!

--Masquerade Madness