| PART 14Traditions. Feasts of turkey and cranberries at Thanksgiving. 
                    Remembering the spirit of forgiveness at Yom Kippur. Icicles 
                    and angels on Christmas trees. Birthday cakes. Wedding albums. 
                    Funeral processions. Music, lively or somber, appropriate 
                    to the occassion. The sequined dress or tuxedo for New Year's 
                    Eve; the blue gown with tassled mortarboard for graduation. 
                    All of this has come naturally to most of the X-men. Their 
                    cultures. Their beliefs. Their rites and rituals. In the Baoule tradition of unity, Storm respectfully deferred 
                    to her fellow mutants by adapting to and observing these customs 
                    as faithfully as if they were her own. If many of her customs 
                    were sacrificed over the years, to put their minds at ease, 
                    still, she never faltered in the one belief that it was all 
                    towards the greater good: strengthening the solidarity of 
                    the tribe. This night, beneath stars that shine as brightly here as 
                    over her West African homeland, Ororo takes comfort in the 
                    presence of her loved ones as she again embraces the ancestral 
                    burial rites. For some, such as Forge and Remy LeBeau, the 
                    Baoule religion of nature spirits is not so far removed from 
                    their own spirit-based beliefs. For others, such as Professor 
                    Xavier and Jean Grey, there is a fascinated interest in the 
                    foreign experience of such an intimate moment with a dear 
                    friend. Yet for Scott Summers and Bobby Drake, there exists 
                    only an uneasy acquiesence to this ceremony. A drum sounds, carried along the evening breeze across the 
                    eastern ridge of the Xavier estate. A member of the village 
                    has died. And so it begins. Ororo approaches Professor Xavier 
                    and kneels respectfully. She bows her head to the ground. 
                    Though she speaks in both the African tongue and English, 
                    the psi-link shared by the X-men conveys both meaning and 
                    emotion, guiding them in the appropriate responses. "Rochelle o asaki." Rochelle has been broken. Broken, not dead. For it would be an unpardonable breach 
                    of manners to so rudely state that one of their own was deceased. "Forgive me for neglecting this child of the village 
                    who was in my care. If Nyamia is willing, I ask your permission 
                    to prepare her path to blolo, the village of truth." Professor Xavier rests his hand on Ororo's bowed head. "You are forgiven. May Rochelle speak well of you to 
                    your ancestors in blolo. May Nyamia, the god of heaven, be 
                    with you." She rises, moves on to Jean, kneels. Again, the request for 
                    forgiveness. Again, she is forgiven and sent on her way with 
                    the appropriate response. Each person is approached, each 
                    is petitioned for forgiveness. Remy watches, feeling his throat tighten as Ororo's progression 
                    brings her nearer. He knows, he knows, that Rogue's 
                    body is only being used to represent Rochelle. Yet, through 
                    the psi-link, Ororo's grief stirs memories of his own loss 
                    when he believed Belladonna had died. The thought of seeing 
                    Rogue on the funeral bier, apparently lifeless, marks him 
                    as deeply as Rochelle's death has wounded Storm. "May Nyamia, the god of heaven, brighten your face." Ororo gracefully rises from Henry's feet and approaches Remy. 
                    Before she can kneel, a single thought touches her mind, clear 
                    and quick, but full of pain. You forgiven, padnat. She gently takes Remy's face in her hands, turning him to 
                    her. Her long, smooth fingers brush the dampness from his 
                    eyes. Through her sorrow, he senses an inner peace that comes 
                    from seeing her goddaughter properly laid to rest. The glow 
                    of quiet joy shines through Ororo's tears, the mix of bitter 
                    with sweet, in knowing that Rochelle is journeying to a better 
                    place. Ironic that her thoughts should be the ones comforting 
                    his at this time. Am I? He forces a smile. Takes her hands in his and squeezes them 
                    reassuringly. "Mais oui. Nyamia watch over you, neh?" Ororo nods.   Continued in Chapter 
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