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Snowflakes danced and spiraled through the air, carried by the biting mountain wind that cut like tiny blades against exposed skin. Alex stood at the peak, a solitary figure against the vast expanse of white-capped mountains stretching endlessly before him. His breath formed clouds of vapor that dissipated into the frigid air as his gaze fixed on the horizon where the first light of dawn painted the sky in magnificent hues of gold, crimson, and violet that seemed to set the distant peaks ablaze.
The majestic panorama before him—nature's perfect canvas—should have filled him with wonder. But his thoughts were far from the rising sun and the breathtaking spectacle it created.
They drifted back to Professor Xavier, to the mansion with its warm halls and promised sanctuary that now felt like a lifetime ago. Back to their final conversation that still echoed in his mind, clear as the mountain air around him.
As Alex stepped out of the mansion that night, his footsteps silent against the polished marble floors , the familiar whir of motorized wheels approached from behind, followed by a voice that carried equal parts concern and disappointment.
"Leaving without even telling her? Without telling anyone?" The professor's voice was steady, but Alex detected the underlying hurt.
Alex paused mid-stride, his shoulders tensing beneath his heavy coat, but he didn't turn. Frost formed on the window panes beside him, responding to the storm of emotions he fought to contain.
"Our paths differ," he said finally, the words hanging in the air between them like icicles—sharp and clear.
Xavier wheeled forward, the soft hum of his chair echoing in the empty corridor until he stopped just a few feet away. The moonlight streaming through the tall windows cast long shadows across his features, highlighting the lines of worry etched into his face. "How so?"
Alex finally turned to face him, his expression unreadable, eyes reflecting the cold determination that had been growing within him for month. "I've found my path."
Xavier's piercing gaze studied him, looking past the façade to the conflict beneath. His fingers steepled beneath his chin as he often did when deep in thought. "And what is it?"
Alex's voice was calm, almost detached, but the weight behind his words was anything but.
many people are going to die. I will set an example." "Then, I will build a place for those who are innocent."
Xavier's expression darkened, shadows deepening across his face. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the arms of his wheelchair. "And you think the world will just let you do as you please? You think governments will stand by while you carve out land for mutants?" Thunder seemed to roll behind his words, patience giving way to genuine alarm.
A smirk tugged at Alex's lips, cold and humorless as the winter landscape he would soon call home. "Who said anything about building in their nations?"
Xavier's brows furrowed, deep creases forming on his forehead as realization began to dawn.
Alex stepped forward, ice crackling beneath his Chair, his voice steady . "We are mutants. We can live in places they can never reach." He gestured toward the window where stars glittered like diamonds against the night sky. "Or we can build a place where no one can come—a sanctuary beyond their grasp, beyond their understanding."
Silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words and shattered ideals.
Xavier sighed, shaking his head, eyes reflecting a profound sadness. "Do you really think it will be that easy? That isolation is the answer? We've fought too long for integration to—"
"Maybe not for you," Alex interrupted, his eyes gleaming with quiet confidence and something else—a power that seemed to pulse beneath his skin like a living thing. "But for me?"
He took a step back.
"Anything is possible."
Now, standing alone atop the frozen mountain peak that would become the foundation of his vision, Alex closed his eyes against the harsh glare of sunlight on pristine snow. The wind howled around him, but he stood unmoved.
A new home for mutants. A safe haven, beyond human reach.
He would build it. No matter the cost.
Alex stood up, his eyes reflecting determination and curiosity. "How much time can I transform into her?" he asked, glancing at the device on his wrist.
The omnitrix beeped, a mechanical voice emanating from its core. "It depends on how much of her power you use. Greater power consumption will shorten the transformation duration."
With a deep breath, Ben dialed the watch, scrolling through silhouettes until finding the one he sought. As he pressed down on the face of the device, a blinding emerald light enveloped Alex, his DNA restructuring at the molecular level.
The transformation began with his feet, where roots momentarily sprouted into the earth before retracting, leaving behind skin the color of rich soil that gradually shifted to a verdant green. His legs elongated, becoming slender yet strong as ancient oak. His torso expanded, shoulders broadening as bark-like patterns formed across his chest, intermingling with patches of moss and tiny flowering vines that seemed to breathe with his every movement.
His arms stretched outward, fingers elongating into branch-like digits tipped with petals that opened and closed with his thoughts. His hair transformed into a flowing mane of leaves and flower blossoms in perpetual spring bloom, cascading down his back in waves of emerald, amber, and crimson.
His face was the last to change—features softening while growing more angular at the same time, eyes expanding into large almond shapes that glowed with the golden light of dawn filtering through forest canopy. Within those eyes, galaxies seemed to swirl—stars being born and dying in endless cycles.
Where Alex once stood now towered Kynareth, Elder God of Nature—a being of impossible beauty and terrifying power. Standing nearly nine feet tall, her form radiated primordial energy that caused the very air to shimmer around her. Her skin pulsed between shades of green and brown, occasionally revealing glimpses of cosmic energy flowing beneath like sap through a world-tree. Flowers bloomed and withered in her footprints, while birds and insects formed from pure energy flitted around her head in a living crown.
When she spoke, her voice was a harmonious blend of rustling leaves, flowing water, and distant thunder. "I am Kynareth," she intoned, each word causing seeds to sprout and bloom instantly around her.
The transformation was so powerful, so fundamentally connected to the fabric of reality, that its ripples traversed the cosmos.
In Asgard, Odin—All-Father and ruler of the Nine Realms—stirred on his golden throne where he had been deep in his Odinsleep. His single eye snapped open, power crackling around him like lightning.
"Gaea?" he murmured, ancient instincts recognizing the signature of primordial earth power. Yet as the sensation washed over him, his weathered face creased into a frown. "No... this feels different."
He turned his gaze toward Midgard, focusing his sight beyond normal perception toward the Antarctic region where Alex's transformation had occurred. Something ancient had awakened, yet it carried an unfamiliar signature—nature power filtered through something else, something alien.
Elsewhere, in a hidden sanctuary beyond normal dimensions, the Ancient One also felt the disturbance in the cosmic balance. Her eyes widened momentarily before narrowing in concentration. With practiced movements, her hands traced complex patterns in the air, golden sigils forming and connecting into a protective ward.
The Ancient One completed a series of mystic arts gestures that severed any connections leaking outward, preventing the energy signature from attracting further attention from cosmic entities across universe and dimensions. She had intended to travel there immediately, to confront alex who had caused such a disturbance, but she paused, sensing another presence approaching the location.
"I know who that is," she whispered to herself, lowering her hands as the magical energies dissipated around her fingers.
At the Antarctic location, the air before Kynareth shimmered and distorted, reality bending as a figure stepped through what appeared to be a tear in the fabric of existence itself. The ground trembled slightly at her arrival, tiny flowers and grasses sprouting in a circle around her feet.
It was Gaea herself—the primordial earth goddess, the true embodiment of the living planet. Unlike Kynareth's hybrid appearance of humanoid and nature, Gaea was nature incarnate. Her body seemed formed of the very elements of Earth—skin like fertile soil in some places, like clear flowing water in others, hair a constantly shifting canopy of every plant that had ever grown on the planet. Her eyes held the depth of ocean trenches and the height of mountain peaks simultaneously, while her expression carried the patient wisdom of continents that had witnessed the rise and fall of countless species.
When she moved, ecosystems shifted with her, microbiomes flourishing in her wake. Around her shoulders, the atmosphere itself seemed to cling like a cloak of clouds and lightning, while deep within her chest glowed the molten core of the planet—her heart literally beating with the pulse of Earth itself.
Gaea regarded Kynareth with an expression that mixed curiosity, concern, and recognition—as if seeing both a child and a stranger wearing her own face.
"Interesting," Gaea said, her voice resonating through the ground rather than the air. "You wear my essence, yet you are not me. What manner of being are you, child?"
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AUTHOR QnA
1. why alex didn't kill magnito
well alex have no real beef with him the only resone he was out for his hade was for rogue but when rogue herself didn't wanted that and she still being a kid and to not have her traumatized and her thinking being shaped by prof x / also the reason he lived her as there goals will not match
You guys can post question here if i liked them i will reply
2. Future fics i have been thinking about
Ben 10 x Marvel ( two worlds as one merged by some force )
Omnitrix in DC
chronicles of narnia (AU)