Genosha Island
Magneto looked out from the tall hill he was perched on and stared with unabashed fascination at the chaos below. The island was as usual in a state of anarchy with mutants and humans in a constant struggle for control. Magneto pondered for the fiftieth time the point. He figured it was simply the act of control. Subjugating others was a fuel for war that only religion could claim superiority over. He wondered if he would see a very old friend show up. This was usually his thing... trying to find a happiness between sapien and superior. Magneto had no such burdensome ideals. He was here to recruit. He was here for the brotherhood.