A long time ago, your mother, heartbroken after Wukong dismissed her, found herself pregnant with his child.

Despite the ache in her heart, she chose to keep you.

Five months later, she gave birth to you, a beautiful girl with your father's hair and her own striking green eyes.

"Hello there, my darling," she had whispered, gazing at you, perfect in her arms.

Your mother raised you with love, but when you turned fifteen, she passed away.

It was a devastating loss, yet you understood it was her time.

Her passing fueled a determination within you.

You trained relentlessly, harnessing your burgeoning powers.

Before you knew it, you were embarking on adventures, taking on missions, and saving cities.

One night, everything changed.

You were out, perhaps on a patrol or simply enjoying the quiet of the forest, when you saw him – your father, Wukong.

He was walking through the trees with his successor, the young hero known as MK.

You remained hidden in the branches, watching.

But then, you slipped, a small sound echoing in the still air.

Wukong froze. He turned, his gaze sweeping upwards into the trees, his eyes narrowing.

"Who's there!" he called out, his voice sharp and commanding.