Directions Back ((solo))

Jaxon waited as an impatient little car beeped its horn as it tooled down the narrow road, and she nodded from the curb rather than get hit. It zipped past her and she hurried across, knowing that at any second another Parisian vehicle would come along the same way, and ducked into the pastry shop to make her weekly order. Every week was mostly the same; a loaf of bread, a few specialties for the week’s menu, and her morning croissants. Her weekly orders were much the same at the Grocer and the Butcher. A few staples, whatever specialties were needed for the weeks planned meals, and something she enjoyed. All of it was delivered to the house she was renting just outside the city.

After her conversation with Aura in the Sanctuary, Jax had needed some time to think about what she wanted. Not what her parents wanted and not what the Sanctuary wanted from her. She needed quiet and there was precious little of that there. So she had finished any responsibilities and took off. And where better to go to do some soul searching than Paris. Artists had been coming here for centuries to do the same, Jaxon spoke French fluently, and it was mostly free of the Mutant drama present throughout the world. So she had rented a little house, not too small but smaller than she was used to, and started on her own personal journey.

Using the start she had made on the internet, Jaxon started writing. Remembering before she had powers took some work but once she had a clear picture, she wrote her feelings about mutants, she wrote what she wanted out of her life, her questions and the few answers she had. Then she wrote the same things from the perspective she had now, as a mutant. But it finally came down to only a few questions. Does being a mutant change what she wanted out of life? Does it change who she was? Or does being a mutant simply change the journey?