It all started as a young shokanian baby, being raised up by my long lost father who's name I dare not to even speak of, took me up on the mountains and gave a daringly speach explaining how I would one day run the Shokan into power. Well now two centuries later.... I am not what I was once told to be. I am instead being ran... being ran by the only man I have come to admire and respect. Someone who I can really and truthfully call a father. Shao Kahn took me under his wings when no one did and for that even after the tournament is over, I'll always respect him no matter what. My original destiny was to not be ran but however due to me betraying my own mother's wishes of not going to war, I had no choice but to run away. Queen Shabak, ruler of the dead and ruler of the living, was the only Shokan who'd I ever was truly afraid of, grew tired of my misfit ways and did me away into the world for which thoust didn't know what thy would find. Painful memories, disturbing atrocities that has happened to the masses of my people over the years, leaves me only in tears. For which I can not explain the human emotion and how these puny humans cope with such feelings but for now I have to take this like a woman and deal with it the best that I can. Like a mother giving birth to her child, is the way I feel day in and day out. I have love for the little Shokanian children and only wish them the life that I never had.... a true loving parent that without any regards, loved me for me and not for my physical prowess and for my mentality. The words of love.... something they'll hear almost every day from now on. How to cope with it so much is so tender but yet so emotional that.... I can not explain for now.... But some day, somehow, I'll learn to explain it..

Chapter 1 is done. Chapter 2 will be completed next.