I never knew or realized how awful it was. I had sensed his pain, his awful pain, but I had never imagined anything like that.

He came back sometime that March. He remembered everything.

I am Professor Charles Xavier. I head Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. And I am a mutant.

This is my story.

My memories of the old war and the continuing fight. My memories of my childhood. My memories of Erik.

My memories of the X-Men.