In each of us, there burns a soul of a warrior. In every generation, a few are chosen to prove it. Centuries ago in a time of darkness and fury, that fate befell four strangers. A monk Kung Lao, an exiled guard Siro, a thief Taja, and an edenian Solace. Who has to defend our Earthrealm from the forces of Outworld? By fighting for their lives, fighting for their honor, and by fighting for their realm. In a tournament called...Mortal Kombat.
She was proud of herself and she was proud of her creation. "You're so beautiful my creation. My night star. My Nova." She inwardly gasped as she smiled at that word "Nova, that's perfect. Nova Nagako. My little Nova Nagako...but Selene is right you look like a Korë with that sweet face." Nyx told her infant as she picked her up and rubbed their noses together and smiled again when she heard her giggle.
"First of all, I don't need you. Kitana? I will respect you as the princess and the queen but I won't be talked down on just because you got so used to being the only child. You won't talk down on me, Daneiris, or Mileena. Trust me, if I was in control I would change it so I wouldn't have to share blood with the likes of you. Come talk to me when you learn respect, when you learn to come to me as your Sorceress, as your friend, maybe even your sister. But since you want to treat me like an enemy then I will act like an enemy. Have a nice day."