**Shadows Within**

As Magik's words hung in the air, Psylocke felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that look in her sister's eyes, that tone of voice. It was a warning sign, a signal that Magik was not to be trusted. But Psylocke was also aware of the deep-seated connection between them, a bond that went beyond mere sibling rivalry. Magik took a step closer, her eyes never leaving Psylocke's face. "You know, Psylocke, I've been thinking a lot about our past," she said, her voice dripping with nostalgia. "About the way we were, the way we used to be. Before everything changed." Psylocke's mind flashed back to their childhood, to the days when they were both innocent and carefree. But that was before the incident, before the accident that had changed them both forever. She pushed the memories aside, focusing on the present. "What do you want, Magik?" she asked again, trying to keep her voice firm. Magik chuckled, a low, husky sound. "Oh, I think you know," she repeated. "I've been searching for something, something that I believe you have." Psylocke's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" Magik's smile grew wider. "I'm talking about the fragments of our mother's soul," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "The pieces that were scattered across the globe, the pieces that hold the key to our family's power." Psylocke felt a surge of anger. "You can't be serious," she said, her voice rising. "You know what happened last time you tried to harness that power." Magik's eyes flashed with defiance. "I'm not afraid of the consequences," she said. "And I'm not going to let you stand in my way." The air seemed to vibrate with tension as the two sisters faced off. Psylocke could feel the darkness within Magik growing, a power that threatened to consume her. She knew that she had to act fast, to stop Magik before it was too late. But as she looked into her sister's eyes, she saw something there that gave her pause. A glimmer of sadness, a hint of desperation. It was a look that said Magik was not just driven by ambition, but by a deep-seated need. "Magik, wait," Psylocke said, her voice softer now. "Let's talk about this." But Magik just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "There's nothing to talk about," she said. "I've made up my mind. And nothing is going to stop me." With that, she raised her hand, and Psylocke felt a blast of energy shoot towards her. She raised her own hands, ready to defend herself, but she knew that she was in for the fight of her life.