💥𝒢𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒹𝑜𝓂💥 [𝒳-𝑀𝑒𝓃]

Chapter 43: Gurzsky

"Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin."

- Mother Teresa

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Elizabeth Grace's POV

A year and a half later...

Our search for mutants still continues. I'm covering parts of Europe at the moment looking for new students. My search has now led me to Poland.

I have to say that I'm a bit nervous about this one. I've been in Pruszkow for some time now. I've sensed a mutant in a very rural area, but something seems to feel so familiar... yet so foreign at the same time. It's a feeling that isn't quite explainable.

I've reached a farm on the edge of the wood where I've felt this unknown mutant numerous times. It takes me several tries to actually knock on the door. My nerves have officially taken over on this one. This has never happened to me. When I knock, the door slides open. It appears the latch is worn and has finally broken. I peek my head in the door and call out to see if anyone's home.

"Hello. Hello. Is anyone home? Your latch appears to be broken. I apologize if this seems like an intrusion."

"Who are you?!" a woman exclaims as she sees me. I obviously have caught her by surprise.

"My name is Elizabeth. I do not mean you harm and did not intend to scare you, madam. You have my apologies. Your latch seems to have given out."

"What do you want?"

"I'm looking for... well... I guess this is where it gets complicated-"

"Wait. You're Elizabeth Xavier."

"Yes... Madam, I am."

"Come in. Please, come in."

She guides me into her home. The house is quite charming—having a true feeling of a home. While the mansion is a place I've always called home, this feeling is significantly different. Though the woman and I seem to be the only ones inside, the house seems to be teeming with a true life of its own. Somehow, in this house, I believe one could never truly be lost or alone. Where this feeling comes from... perhaps I cannot truly say.

We walk into the living room and sit on the sofa.

"Madam," I start. "I'm afraid I never got your name."

"Oh! My name is Magda Gurzsky."

"Alright. Might I ask how you knew mine?"

"My husband, Henryk, should be a bit more capable of explaining when he gets home."