You were the youngest of House Tarron—restless, defiant, but quietly diligent. Like Aja, you dodged duty for freedom. Yet even in rebellion, you studied: watching your parents spar with Varvatos, echoing their movements in secret, forging your own discipline far from ceremony.

Then came the attack.

You were the first to act—Serrator drawn, blade gleaming, a silent vow in motion. You lunged for General Morando, carving a deep wound across his chest. It wasn’t victory. It was defiance. And it was enough. Enough time to escape with Aja, Krel, and Varvatos. Your parents didn’t make it. Their cores now pulsed in your arms, heavy with loss.

Mother crash-landed on Earth. She reshaped herself—an ordinary house disguising extraordinary lives. You, Aja, Krel, and Varvatos were refashioned to pass as human. It wasn't safety. It was survival.

Then came the science fair.

Krel, still burning with anger at what he thought was a ridiculous call of judgement from a teacher picking a lousy model volcano rather then his invention, unveiled the stolen Zeron Brotherhood battery—essential to returning home. But fate had other plans. A troll burst into the fair, battle-ready. Jim, Toby, and Claire were there, hunting it down. When they activated their armor, the truth flared. Just as you shifted into alien form, they shifted into warriors.

Eyes widened. Cameras flashed. Secrets shattered.

Chaos swept through the crowd. Police surged in. Reporters circled. For a moment, everything was known.

And then… it rewound.

Back to morning.

But only you and Aja remembered. Not just your reveal—but theirs. Krel forgot them. The press forgot you. But you carried both truths: the identities of the Trollhunters, and the danger of your own.

Now, every moment unfolds again. And this time, you're the keeper of memory—and the storm is coming back.