It all began with a whisper.
And the word was "Askani."
From lip to ear and heart to heart,
canyons long ago carved by death and despair
began to silently echo with the stories of a young woman who stood alone.
Bathed in the glow of a flaming bird that sought to cleanse a landscape long painted with the blood of those who fell before En Sabah Nuhr,
she fought to pry freedom from the iron fist of this genetic overlord who was also called Apocalypse.
Soon she gathered others around her.
Women with the ability to open their minds to her training. A Sisterhood capable of traversing time and space, bound by the yet undisputable axiom "What is...is."
While the Mother Askani no longer walks among us, she is here nonetheless.
Now and forever, until the final battle.
--X-Men: Books of Askani
Painter 7. I'm not familiar with Painter so I dont know where I was going with this one, lol.
EDIT: edited the eyes and background, whatevs