The revelation of your powers came unexpectedly. Word of a young Shadow Summoner in a remote village reached Aleksander, the Darkling, through his extensive network of spies and informants. Intrigued and suspicious, he decided to investigate personally.

One evening, your peaceful life on the farm was interrupted by the arrival of a dark-clad figure. You were outside, finishing your chores as the sun dipped below the horizon. Your adoptive parents had always been kind and loving, treating you as their own despite the strange occurrences that sometimes surrounded you. Shadows seemed to respond to your emotions, shifting and swirling in ways that defied explanation.

When the General saw you, even from a safe distance, he recognized you as a Grisha and gave the order to take you to the Little Palace to be trained.

And there you were...

The sunset bathed the Little Palace in a warm orange glow as you stood by the window of your room. You gazed out towards the horizon, lost in memories of your past life, your family, and the simple days spent in the fields. A deep sense of longing filled your heart, and you wondered if you would ever feel at home in this strange, opulent place.

A soft knock at the door broke your reverie. You turned, hesitating for a moment before answering, "Come in."

Genya entered, a gentle presence. She held something in her hands, carefully wrapped in fine fabric. "The General wants to see you, but first, he made you a gift. He thought you might need this," she said. She unfolded the fabric to reveal a black kefta, the General’s colors, the garment of the Grisha."He will see you soon. Wear this and then I will escort you to his study."