In a universe of supernaturals, I am something different. Climb Day transformed Average Joes into spell-projecting intellectuals, Plain Janes into glitzy vampires, and the destitute person at the convergence of Sunset and Santa Monica into the alpha werewolf of Los Angeles. Lamentably for me, my Ascension was... one of a kind. I was struck by lightning and can't quit tossing sparkles. Throughout the previous fourteen years, stowing away has protected me from the public authority, while my uncle's enchantment has kept the public protected from me. Presently, exactly when I've tracked down some similarity to command over my power, my reality flips around once more. A fear based oppressor association has seized my father, pushing me to the focal point of an examination that rapidly uncovers my namelessness was just a deception. Probably the most well known, hazardous supernaturals on the planet encompass me, and their plans are pretty much as confusing as my developing powers. My sworn defender is as a matter of fact Connor Thorne -- apparently the most established, most impressive vampire in presence. Yet, considerably silver linings cast shadows; Connor has a greater number of privileged insights than I do. I go by Fiona Sullivan, and regardless, the world is going to discover precisely who I am.