Excerpts (taken w/out permission) from the Books of Askani.

No one knows where she drew the strength to challenge the Genetic Overlord called Apocalypse at a time when it seemed he was but a gesture away from ending all life which offended his creed of survival of the fittest.

But there were whispers... Whispers that she came from another time and place when hope walked the land and beat within the heart of strong and weak alike. Whispers that she knew the day would come when a child would be delivered among the masses-- a child that would grow into the man capable of releasing both homo sapien and homo superior from the grip of Apocalypse. A man who was at once her brother, her "son", her savior. A man who would be called the Askani'son.

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 Sabur 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 psionic gathering dedicated to the arrival of a singular sacred entity capable of ending Apocalypse's centuries-old reign of terror. A Sisterhood capable of traversing time and space, bound by the yet undisputable axiom "What is... is."

While the Mother Askani is no longer walks among us, she is here nonetheless. Now and forever, until the final battle.

These three words are at once the philosophy of the Clan Askani, and their battle cry against the machinations of Apocalypse.

Philosophy, because of a gifted few of this siterhood have learned to access the minds of others-- to traverse time and space, at a great and final sacrifice to themselves, putting at colossal risk the gossamer tapestry that is reality. For those who travel then and back, and back and there, they must understand they tarry forth in order to re-establish equilibrium, rather than to erode the raging river that is time.

Battle cry, because they reject Apocalypse's doctrine of survival of the fittest. What "is" is the precept that all life is created equal-- that sentient beings have a responsibility to share and protect and nurture each other. Diversity is something to be celebrated, not vilified. Our differences may be the one thing humans and mutants share... a reason for coming together, not for tearing asunder.

Such is the way of the Askani.