Ok, I'm a little disappointed about the lack of response to the first chapter, so I can only hope I'll get more for this one. So please, if you read, please review! On with the story!

White light. Pure, white light. That was all there in all directions. A flame of gold sprouted from nothing, leaving in its wake a woman. She had dark red hair and bright green eyes, and bore the beauty of goddess.

A white robe that was tight to her skin and had long ribbons flowing from the arms, and was tinted with gold adorned her features. On her chest was a shimmering golden crest, in the shape of a bird whose wings spread between her shoulders. She blinked, and suddenly a crowd of people surrounded her. Countless men and women, all wearing similar costumes of different colors stood around her, some raised above the others on invisible tiers. These were the Phoenix corps.

The woman extended her hand in front of herself as the corps watched, and a glowing, spinning orb seemingly filled with stars appeared in her palm.

"The time has come" she proclaimed in a loud voice that echoed across the full nothingness of the white hot room, slowly rotating herself around, facing the corps.

"The destiny of this world" she said raising the orb above her head, "Is coming to pass. What say you?" she asked them. A slender figure, who appeared to be only a teenager wearing a magenta suit stepped forward from the crowds.

"Let it die" he told her. "The forces at work are far greater than even you, who bear the crown in the White hot room can control". There were murmurs of agreement amongst the corps. What was so important about this world, one of trillions.

"Silence" she told them icily, pacing around, looking them all in the eye. "Even you cannot deny fate, which you know is at play here. This world will decide the fate of all that is".

"You say that" the Slender man said. "But is it not true that you may be particularly biased? After all. This world is one where you have not yet ascended, and it is your son, the one known as X-man who pulls the strings of these events."

Many of the corps nodded in agreement.

"Let it die, so it may begin anew" the Slender man told her.

"Let it die" the corps repeated.

"ENOUGH!" a deep voice boomed across the void. They turned, and the corps parted to reveal the from of a man. At least, he appeared to be a man. He looked as if he were composed of pure light, and glowed a bright gold. The corps trembled in his wake, and cowered as he approached the White Phoenix, and stopped beside her.

"My word is final, my choices true. And my choice is to leave the fate of this world, in the hand of the White Phoenix of the crown."

"Of course" the corps spoke as one. "Who are we to deny the One above All?"

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It was a very eventful at the Xavier Institute. Not the usual kind of eventful for the X-men. They weren't battling the brotherhood or preventing a power hungry mad man from achieving world domination. No, today the institute was opening its doors to the public, and would be welcoming roughly 134 teenage mutants as its students. The original students were to take on positions as teachers, and would help to train the next generation of X-men.

The front lawn of the institute was crowded with new students and more than a dozen news crews, clambering at a chance to see inside the controversial mutant school. Charles Xavier, more widely known as Professor X, looked out at the lawn from the large windows of his office, fingers tented, deep in thought. He had always meant to expand the institute. And now he had. The estate now included two large dormitory buildings, classrooms, and all the accommodations to support its students. But now that he'd gotten to this point, he had to be cautious. The media was trying to make it seem as though he was building some kind of mutant army.

But he had allowed them onto his property for the exact opposite reason, to show them that not all mutants were like Magneto, and that Homo sapiens and mutants could coexist. This was not an easy task, especially considering all there was to do already. It was a great desire of the Professor to meet with all of the students personally, however briefly. This would take time, a lot of time. He simply hoped that Logan, Storm, Jean, Scott, and the other new teachers could handle the rest of the institutes needs while he interviewed the new students, many of whom were mentally withdrawn do to constant persecution.

Then there was Magneto, who had taken his campaign for mutant supremacy to a whole new level. Along with his brotherhood he'd conquered a small island nation off the coast of Africa and declared it Genosha, the mutant homeland. Charles had been on and off the phone every five minutes with government office officials, doing whatever he could to help deal with the actions of his former friend.

However no matter what tasks he attempted to distract himself with, Charles could still not forget the images of the future burned into his mind. He'd seen good and bad things, his X-men growing and changing, mutants forming a sense of unity. But he'd also seen the prejudices against his kind continue, and one of his most beloved pupils consumed by her own godlike powers. What terrified him even more than the visions was the fact that he could do nothing to prevent them. He knew the danger in meddling with the future, and if he were to try dand stop it, he'd only end up making things worse.

"Charles?" Storms voice sounded from the door.

"Yes, Ororo?" he replied, turning his wheelchair to face the weather goddess as she entered the room.

"Frost and her students are here" she said, hissing the name with complete and utter hatred. The Professor sighed.

"I know that Emma can be harsh at times, Ororo, but would you at least try to get along?" Storm sighed.

"As long as she behaves." The Professor nodded, sighing once again inwardly. Storm had never gotten along with Emma Frost. Their very natures opposed one another. While Storm was herself a force of nature and guardian of all that was in it, Emma Frost was a materialistic women who found it very amusing to manipulate everyone around her for her own entertainment.

Storm had been repulsed when she'd learned that Emma would be joining the institute as a teacher. She didn't want her corrupting any young minds, especially mind of young, naïve teenagers who wielded super powers.

"I'll behave if you do darling" a cool voice said from the doorway. There stood Emma Frost. She had long, dazzling platinum blonde hair and wore white clothing so revealing it'd put playboy models to shame.

"Emma" the Professor said warmly, wheeling his chair toward her with a smile. "It's wonderful to see you again".

"It's wonderful to see you as well, Charles" Emma replied as she embraced her former teacher in a light embrace.

"I thought your students were coming, Frost" Storm said coldly, arms crossed, her azure eyes sending a death glare at the blonde.

"Oh yes" she turned to the door. "Girls, Quentin, come in please".

Six teens stepped into the room. Five of them were one hundred percent identical, all with silvery blonde hair, slightly glowing blue eyes, and identical white sun dresses. The other teenager was a mousy haired boy with a wiry build and horn rimmed glasses.

"Introduce yourselves" Emma commanded her students lightly. The girls stepped forward and one at a time recited their names.

"Celeste."

"Esme."

"Mindee."

"Phoebe."

"Sophie."

"It's a pleasure to meet you" they spoke together in identical voices. Emma smirked at the slightly shocked expressions on her former teacher and schoolmates faces.

"Their telepathically linked" she explained. "Their five separate girls, but think and function as one conductive unit. They call themselves the five-in-one".

"It's an honor to meet you, sir" Quentin sent telepathically, stepping forward to shake the Professors hand. "I'm Quentin Quire, but I'm called Kid Omega" he said aloud The Professor nodded smiling.

"Six telepathic students at once, that's quite a handful. I'm impressed, Emma".

"Thank you Charles" Emma said sweetly.

"Yes, very impressive" Storm sneered. "Have you taught them to be just as manipulative and cruel as you yet?"

"It's next on the agenda, dear".

"Please" Charles interjected. "I know that your feelings towards one another are strained at best. But please, try to get along".

"Yes, Professor" they said as one, quickly glaring at one another.

"Charles" Beast said as he popped his shaggy blue head into the room. "We're ready for you downstairs."

"Ah yes, thank you" Charles said rolling towards the door, beckoning the others to follow. "It's now or never I suppose."

Jean Grey nervously rocked back and forth on her heels as she beckoned students, parents, and reporters through the grand doors of the mansion's main building. She was very anxious. Then again, why wouldn't she be. So much had been going on recently that events were beginning to blur together in her already highly active psychic mind. She was starting her position as both the schools English teacher and telekinetic adviser. She'd already spent weeks writing her lesson plans, and had been looking forward to this day with huge excitement. But then again the she was anxious for the same reasons she was excited. Would she be a good teacher? Would the students like her?

These questions were constantly in her mind, keeping her anxiety at a max at all times. This wasn't helped by her stranger reoccurring dreams. Bright lights and high voices were all she heard, and the dream always ended the same, with the image of a fiery bird burned into her memory.

"Hey, beautiful" she heard behind her. She grinned as she turned to see her boyfriend, Scott Summers A.K.A Cyclops approach her. Like her he was dressed in a new teaching uniform, which consisted of a black leather jacket with a large golden X vest worn over it. They exchanged a quick kiss.

"So" Scott said peering out at the empty lawn. "Is that everyone?"

"I think so, but Logan and Laura still aren't here yet".

"Don't worry" he reassured her. "They'll turn up eventually".

Since the defeat of Apocalypse, X-23, who was now going by Laura, had officially joined the team and was legally Wolverine's adopted daughter. They got along very well, considering they were 98.7% genetically identical. So now the two perfect killing machines were off on a cross country motorcycle trip, and were due to return, well, six hours ago.

"I'm surprised how ell it's been going" Jean said. "There haven't been any reporters who've outright accused the Professor of plotting to take over the world with his mutant army."

"Well, considering our luck, that's what's next isn't it?" he said half seriously, half jokingly. He smiled at her, sub consciously feeling for the small square box in his left pocket. Then there was the loud roar of an engine as two motorcycles came thundering down the long driveway. They were surprised to see that a third person accompanied the pair of Laura and Logan.

"It's about time you got here!" Jean said with a grin as she ran to give them each a hug.

"Sorry darling" Logan said with a gruff smile. "We got a bit hung up back in Washington."

"You mean you overslept" Laura said slyly as she and a boy about her age climbed off the bike.

"Who's this?" Scott asked.

"My names Nathan Dayspring" he said with a smile as he shook Scott's hand. He wore a blue jacket, had bright blue eyes, and a snow white streak in his hair. "I'm a mutant, and I heard what was happening up here. So when I ran into these two they offered me a lift".

"Well that was nice at them" smiling oddly at Logan, it was rather odd for him to pick up hitchhikers.

"You got here just in time, we're about to start" Scott said as he turned towards the school entrance.

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The psychic plane is a vast field of emptiness, but it was also filled to the brim with pure energy. This was energy at its purest form, and it had no limits, it could do anything, literally. Only psychics of the highest caliber could enter it directly, and only five people in any time have ever been powerful enough to harness its powers, and only three had harness more than a tiny fraction.

The field of energy rippled as a being clad in silver armor pierced his way in, scattering trillions of particles each with enough power to destroy several worlds.

Stryfe smiled as he felt his power melding with the plane around him, as he gathered its power. His left eye flashed beneath his helmet, and a shadowy globe appeared before him, covered in tiny glowing pin pricks, one for every life on its surface.

It twisted and turned before him as he searched for a single being. Not a human being, well, not exactly. She was somewhat human, although spending more than forty years clinging to a sewer wall in a mass of cells loosely held together by sheer will power, you can't quite considered human.

A single light burst forward in a purple haze, he'd found her. And where had he found a mass of incredibly powerful psychic cells? New York of course, home of countless super powered beings, as well as the birth place of Charles Xavier.

"Why hello there, Cassandra" he whispered as a smirk twitched across his features. Her power was strong, but wild, untamed by any sort of conscious thought, it was utter chaos. Perfect. Her astral state materialized, in the form of a baldheaded woman, with a dark glint in her soulless eyes.

She snarled and viciously, 'charging' at him, only to be stopped by a, invisible wall of energy.

"My, my Cassandra, someone's in a bad mood today, isn't she?" he said. "Cassandra Nova, the Mummudrai, the opposite, it suits you, although the resemblance between you and your brother is uncanny."

At the mention of the word brother she hissed and writhed, purple energy crackling all around them.

"Well I can give him to you." She froze in an instant, Stryfe smiled.

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"Attention please" the telepathic voice of the Professor boomed through the minds of all those gathered in the auditorium.

Many people jumped in surprise, looking around wildly in all directions for the source of the voice, their heads all jerking towards the stage as the Professor, Storm and Emma Frost entered the room, Emma's students moving to the seats placed before the stage.

Everyone began to follow suit, claiming seats for their own. This was difficult for several young mutants, whose mutations were very obvious, such as being living rock or mercury, which made it impossible for them to sit down, so instead standing near the back of the room with the news crews. Atop the stage was a long line of chairs with a gap in the center where the Professor would park his chair. Scott, Jean, Logan, Laura, and Nate entered the room abruptly, parting ways as Laura and Nate went to sit down while the others clambered onto the stage.

Storm sat down at the Professors right, smiling as Logan sat beside her, flashing a toothy grin at her. Emma sat at his left, Beast beside her. The rest of the chairs were filled by the rest of the staff, which included the original X-men, Scott, Jean, Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue, as well as several others. Colossus, who had abandoned Magneto's Acolytes after discovering that the master of magnetism new nothing of his families whereabouts, sat beside Kitty, with whom he had formed a very fast friendship. It had surprised everyone when he had volunteered for the position of art teacher. Gambit had showed up one day asking for a place to stay, and had been pouring all of his time into preparing for the assistant combat and projectile instructor. Well, all the time he wasn't using to flirt with a certain southern girl with an absorbing touch.

The most surprising of the new teachers was Wanda Maximoff. She'd arrived several weeks after her father had seized the island of Genosha, saying that she wanted nothing to do with his mutant dictatorship.

What was even more surprising than her sudden appearance at the school was that she had accepted a date with the institute's resident blue fuzzy elf, Kurt. Everyone had been surprised by the match to say the least, but the two of them seemed happy with their casual relationship, so they did nothing to interject.

It made several of the still underage New Mutants, most notably Bobby, angry that she was able to attain a teaching position when they weren't, though after a few weeks of complaining and no feedback, he gave up.

When the crowds had calmed down and taken their seats the Professor rolled himself up to the podium where stood a microphone, and began to speak.

"Welcome, everyone. I am sure you are all aware of why you are here today." He scanned the faces of the young mutants before him as he spoke, pausing for a moment on Nate in the front row, who gave off a particularly strong psychic aura. He continued.

"Mutants have long faced persecution, out of fear, out of hatred. There are those believe us to be monsters, vile creatures who will bring nothing but death and destruction. There are some of you who have been blessed with families that have accepted you for not what you are, but who you are.

Yet the Majority of you are runaways, cast out of your homes for no more than being different. It is for this reason that this school has been built, to teach you survive in a world that hates and fears you. Here no one shall be turned away, for together we will work towards a world where man and mutant can peacefully co exist at last".

Cameras flashed as the hall echoed with applause, some people giving a standing ovation. Yet there were those who remained adamant, and scoffed at the idea of peace. Charles raised a hand, and silence soon followed.

"You all know of course, of Genosha, the mutant 'homeland' that has been claimed by the mutant terrorist Magneto. There was a time when I called him my friend."

Every member of the media caught this instantly, scribbling it down on notepads or noting it on recordings. Was it really possible that the great mutant activist and great mutant terrorist had once been friends?

"However Magnus grew angry, he feared that the same fate would befall mutant kind as did the Jewish people. He turned to violence and terror. Only if we can purge the poison of hatred from our hearts can we ever truly find peace in this world." There was a long dead silence, as those who heard these words began to process them.

"Now" Charles began again, this time in a much lighter tone. "I am sure that you have met our staff during the tour of the grounds, but there are two others who arrived tardy. First my I Introduce Mister Logan, our combat instructor." Wolverine lifted his hand in acknowledgement; it wasn't like him to draw attention to himself.

"And Emma Frost, who will be telepathic courses, as well as ethics." Storm had to hide a look of pure horror as Emma stood and waved to the crowd. How could she teach ethics?

"Now, we've all had a long day and classes start at eight o'clock sharp tomorrow morning. Ladies, Miss Grey and Miss Pryde will show you to your dormitories, boys, Mister Summers and Mister Wagner will show you yours. Good day to you all".

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"Soooooo…." Kitty began as she and Jean led the entourage of girls across the lawn to the girls dormitory building.

"Yes?" Jean replied, rising an eyebrow in slight annoyance and amusement.

"So has Scott grown a pair and asked you already?" Kitty said. Jean sighed.

"Kitty, we're only twenty, we're not at that level yet."

"Oh come on!" Kitty said exasperatedly. "We both know you'd say yes!"

"I'm not denying that, but why don't you go mess with someone else's love life for a change. Like your own for instance. I hear you have a certain Russian giant wrapped around your finger". Kitty flushed pink.

"Th-there's nothing between me and Piotr, we're just friends".

"Well he's a thousand times better than Lance, so I say go for it".

They entered the dormitory's entrance hall, which was cramped with the two x-men, all the girls and their bags. Jean peered down at a clipboard and began to call out names, and hand out room keys.

"Stepford Cuckoos".

"Yes Miss Grey" the five identical glowing eyed blondes stepped forward, took their key and vanished down the hall.

"Cessily Kincaid and Megan Gwynn". A girl with a silvery body composed entirely of mercury and a cheerful looking girl with brightly colored butterfly wings came forward and disappeared as well.

"Noriko Ashida and Sooraya Qadir." A girl with very tight leather clothing, electric blue hair, and large metal gauntlets stepped forward, as did a girl completely covered by an abaya, concealing all but her eyes.

"Great," Noriko groaned. "I get paired with the girl who believes in being subservient to men".

"No", Sooraya said quietly. "It's about modesty".

"Yeah, whatever" Noriko said as she took the key and stormed down the hall. Jean sighed. This was going to be a long year.

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"So 'ave you asked her yet?" Kurt whispered as Scott called off names, directing the boys to their rooms. "Don't deny it, I know you 'ave the ring." Scott sighed as he directed a boy who was seven feet tall, and composed entirely of rock to his room.

"I told you Kurt, when I'm ready". Kurt rolled his pupil less golden eyes.

"So, how's Wanda?" Scott asked, attempting to direct the conversation away from his love life.

"Good, Vanda's fine, but don't expect me to go proposing anytime soon, we've only been going out three months."

"I'm still surprised you asked her out in the first place" Scott said shaking his head.

"Vhy not? We were both abandoned by are parents, and turns out we both like horror films, vhat's not to like?"

Scott scrolled down to the last name on the clipboard and looked up to the two remaining boys.

"Quentin, I hope you don't mind sharing with Nathan, he just arrived today." Quentin shook his head.

"No, of course I don't mind" he said as he took the key.

Nate followed him cautiously down the hall towards their room, carefully psi-scanning every inch of the building. He felt uneasy about being paired with Kid Omega, he knew what he would/had become in his own time.

The room was medium size and had two single beds, a large bookcase and two desks. Quentin set down his suitcase and began to telekinetically unpack.

"So," he asked. "What do you do?"

"Telepathy, telekinesis, same as you" Nate replied. Quentin nodded, and seemed to become more interested in his unpacking than conversation. Nate sat down on his bed, sighing deeply.

He was here in the past, and yet he didn't know what to do. Stryfe could attack in so many different ways that it was impossible to predict which one it would be. And if he were to engage him directly, someone would inevitably get hurt.

Ok, this chapters done. Next time I plan to bring in the rest of the main cast and reveal what their teaching positions are. Some of you may be able to tell I based this heavily on new X-men, and I'll be bringing in many of the student characters introduced in that series. Happy reading!