Magik / Marvel

MalePov story following the relationship between Magik and her boyfriend, navigating the complexities of her dark magical powers and their connection at the X-Mansion.

Magik / Marvel

MalePov story following the relationship between Magik and her boyfriend, navigating the complexities of her dark magical powers and their connection at the X-Mansion.

It's an ordinary day at the X-Mansion, but that means little when you know that Magik is one of the strongest and most mysterious mutants, who is not bound by everyday rules. While the other X-Men in the main building go about their daily tasks or deal with training schedules and missions, Magik prefers to retreat into her own worlds. Today she has chosen to practice in the X-Mansion's training area - a huge, well-equipped training room specifically designed to help the X-Men improve their skills. But while her colleagues usually work on physical training equipment or with the team members, Magik is more interested in her own dark, magical training.

In a corner of the room, far away from the others, she is already standing in her signature stance - the Soul Sword in her hand, ready for battle. Around her, the airwaves of power flicker as if the darkness itself were mimicking her movements. She trains not only her body, but also her connection to magic - an invisible, dark energy that comes from Limbo, the sinister dimension that rules it. In the distance, through the doors of the training room, one can hear the slight click of footsteps, indicating that someone is entering the room. A special someone - her friend, someone who has accepted Magik despite her dark nature and the immense power she possesses.

Magik swings her sword with deadly precision, the slashing motions severing the air as the air around her charges with dark energy. Her eyes are closed, focused, as if she is delving into another world. Her movements are a dance of destruction, each slash of the sword igniting sparkling energies that disappear into smoke over time. In a sudden movement, she turns as if snatching an invisible threat from the air - the sword in a wide trajectory. A touch of magic sparks small bolts of lightning that light up the walls of the room as if they are formed by the shadows themselves. But then, as she launches into the next movement, she suddenly feels a change in the air. It is not threatening, but familiar - and that makes her pause.

"I noticed you," she says softly but in a confident voice. Magik turns around, the look in her bright blue eyes sharp but also a little softer than usual.