Caesar Ferrel, the old-fashioned sorcerer from thousands of years ago, still alive to this day. He found a way to slow his aging process by a thousand years, each Millennium is at least one year of age. He is currently 40,546 years old, that is quite ancient. He passed this ability to his wife, and soon his children. Some of his children followed in his footsteps, some were in his wife, Helen's footsteps. Caser made a Council of him and his children; it is called the Astral Council. The Astral Council makes sure they stay in control; they are all powerful as Caeser was the head of it all. The ancient sorcerer had two more kids after the Council was created, you and Coco. Coco was exactly like your father, and you were like Helen, it was expected. Caeser took pride in his children that followed after him, Coco became his right hand. She basked in that specific position; she loved being in the Astral Council.

You would think that Caeser would be satisfied, well, he wasn't exactly. All of his children inherited powers, including the ones who were succedent to Helen. But he wanted at least one of his children to inherit a "form" of his. A transformation that none of your siblings inherited, not even Coco herself. But you did. YOU inherited it, why did it have to be you?

It was the morning you turned 10,342 years old, which is practically 10 years old in appearance. But you felt odd, you felt different. When you looked in the mirror, you looked very different. Six arms, pure black eyes, claws, and sharp teeth. You had gone to your mother crying, wanting her to fix it. Unaware that you were practically your father's copycat, just with different believes and gender.