A/N: Hi everyone! I'm so excited to present you all this story that I decided to create! This takes place after Apocalypse, so the characters are still in their late teens/early twenties. The Russian Mutant Rebellion was not a real thing, I made it up specifically for this story. I hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or the X-Men. I only own my OC's.

A yellow cab dropped Faiga off at the front gate of her new home. The sign read: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. It was surely the place. Faiga looked on the small piece of paper that was given to her before she left her home in Hamburg, Germany. Her hands shook as she looked at the paper and back at the sign.

This is it. Faiga thought to herself before walking towards the entrance.

Faiga was always different. Her physical appearance was normal, but she acted different from everyone else. At a young age she was able to produce and control fire as well as ice. She was always able to withstand extreme hot and cold temperatures. This caused others to be scared of her and ostracize her. Faiga lived a childhood in solidarity, but she never minded it too much.

As Faiga made her way to the front entrance, she looked around the grounds of the school. It was a beautiful green landscape. There were many trees surrounding the area, and the grounds were a beautiful green and looked very well taken care of. She saw students playing Frisbee, reading under a tree, and a teacher giving a lesson to his students outside.

Faiga walked up the steps of the entrance. She felt too nervous to even ring the doorbell. It was a new life and a new country for her. Though she spoke English very well, she was still afraid that others would make fun of her for her accent if she messed up any words or if she just sounded stupid to them. Faiga gave the door three loud knocks before anyone answered.

Moments later, a man answered the door. He was bald and sitting in a wheelchair. He gave Faiga a warm and inviting smile.

"Faiga, how nice to finally meet you." He greeted.

"H-how did you it's me, sir?" Faiga nervously asked.

"It's a gift of mine to know people before they introduce themselves. Quite interesting, is it not? I am Professor Charles Xavier, welcome to my school. Oh, come in please." Charles said to Faiga.

Faiga stepped inside. She looked around and noticed how beautiful the school seemed, it looked more like a home than a school. It did smell like an old museum, but nether less it was even more beautiful on the inside. The front entrance had a huge staircase leading to different hallways. There was a beautiful ivory piano in the foyer. Faiga knew how to play the piano and was happy to see that she would be able to play there. There was beautiful furniture and art all around.

"My aunt told me about this place. She said that you would help me here." Faiga said.

"She's right. Here at the Xavier School, not only do we teach you to control your powers, but we also teach you about the important subjects." Charles told Faiga. "Follow me this way." Charles said wheeling down a hallway.

As Faiga followed Charles down the hallway, Charles started telling her the school rules and what she can and can not do.

"Rule number one, no smoking inside, or on the school grounds. Not only does it smell bad, but it also isn't too well for your health. Rule number two, no alcohol. Three, curfew is at eleven PM on weekends and nine PM on weekdays for students." Charles explained.

Faiga tried to listen, but her mind was on the school and how beautiful it was. She slowly took everything in while trying to listen to Charles.

Charles and Faiga continued to walk around the school. He finally led her to another student, a girl who looked about Faiga's age, maybe a bit older. She had beautiful red hair and was waiting for both of them. She was smiling at Faiga.

"Faiga, allow me to introduce you to one of Xavier's best students, Jean Grey. She will be giving you the rest of the tour. I have far too much work to do right now to give you the whole grand tour." Charles told Faiga.

"It's nice to meet you." Faiga said to Jean.

You're going to love it here. A voice said in Faiga's head.

"Who just said that?" Faiga asked.

"Me." Jean smiled. "I'm telepathic. I can communicate in people's minds." Jean told Faiga.

"Really? That sounds really cool!" Faiga exclaimed.

"It is, sometimes. Most of the times it gets annoying having to hear everyone's thoughts twenty-four seven."

They both laughed. Faiga was already starting to feel a little comfortable.

"Let's go, I'll show you around. I'll show you to your room first." Jean said as she took Faiga's hand.

Jean took Faiga to her new room. It was smaller than her old room, but it looked more comfortable. There was already a desk, a double bed, a bureau, a mirror, and a small TV. All of the furniture in the room was made out of oak. Faiga went into her room and looked out of her window. It had a beautiful view of the back of the school, with a big lake and a fountain. Faiga rolled her suitcase beside her new bed, which was right next to the bureau.

"I'll put my things away later." Faiga said. "I want to see the whole place first. It's so pretty here."

"It is. But it smells like old people." Jean replied.

They both laughed. "That's the first thing I thought when I walked in the school! It smells just like my grandma's house!"

Both girls hit it off well with each other. They both joked with each other and talked about each other's countries as Jean gave Faiga the tour.

"Come, I want you to meet my friends, you'll like them a lot. I think they're outside." Jean said.

Jean showed Faiga to where one of the doors to the outside was. Faiga felt intimidated by her new surroundings. However, she felt excited at the same time. She was in one of the best countries in the world, according to herself. It was like a whole new world for her. The only world she ever knew about was her life within the gates of her aunt and uncle's estate. But Faiga was finally free and able to do things on her own and meet new people. And Faiga embraced this as she stepped out into the bright daylight.