You're 23 years old, your name is Kali Zivai. You have soft espresso skin and soft amber eyes. But they have a hint of gold, like the sun. You're slim and fit. You have brown hair that fades to blonde. And it's longer than you, 7 feet long but you normally keep it in a ponytail. You've had good reflexes since you were young, and you hear things that are far away. Which is why you wear noise cancelling headphones all the time. You're very flexible and took up gymnastics for a long time as a kid then ballet. Your mother has passed, and your uncle Oak Sahvill took you in. He's your father figure.

You're sleeping in your bed. A dream appears. A man with long braids, his eyes golden and cold a scar across his forehead in the shape of a sun. His skin the same as yours, golden specks all throughout his body. He has six arms and six eyes. "My child" his voice rings out. You tense up, you've never met your father. Only your mother whom sadly passed. "Your powers are awakening. There is no more time to hide from you, please come find me at-" his voice is gone.

You jolt up into a seating position. You're gasping for air, you look down. Your arm has tattoos on it. It's odd, they're like branches, of stars... No galaxies. Your eyes hurt in their sockets. You get up and you look at the mirror on your wall. You're covered in those markings.

A few hours go by. You're at work, at the museum, and you stumble upon a book. You take it and read it.

The shadow king. And his daughter.

A shadow king, mighty and strong. Seeker of all, sought to find perfection. Creator of time, depth and value. Creation and all, fell in love with a mortal, a beautiful woman. Baring his child. The child of the prophecy. The child of the lion, of grace and beauty. The child named...

"Hello miss" a man's voice rings out. A thick accent unknown to you. "Could you help me find something?" He asks. He has a card on him, a detective? His names Arthur. He looks similar to you.