Ororo sat on the balcony of her treehouse mansion in Krakoa, watching as the rain fell in sheets, and the thunder and lightning illuminated the skies. It had been a long and difficult journey for her.

"The true measure of life is in the living," she spoke softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of the rains. "It isn't a series of do-overs and restarts. It's fighting for what you have, what you believe in, and who you are. I am a mutant, a goddess, and I want to live."