3,000 years before the modern age, an island off the coast of Japan  existed  it was rich in reiatsu , it gave humans the ability to see spirits.  The island held four zanpakuto spirits that were god-like in power, known to humanity in the modern age as the four holy beasts. They worked as those who seal away the golden dragon of the centre, the dragon that would go on a rage wanting to destroy everything. The beasts were destroyed by humanity, when they had their minds corrupted by the golden dragon.  After their defeat the beats had to take human hosts. The golden dragon was freed after their defeat, he however was subdued by the soul society in the early stages of it's development.


It's been five years since her birth,

It was mid-afternoon, fairly bright although clouds were forming, showing that rain could happen. Cynthia's mother was looking for her trying to find her or someone that's seen her with little luck. Cynthia was running around the palace, she was searching for Shirudo, she liked to play with Shirudo and maintained her boisterous personality when she was around him, she liked to play however would follow her mother's example when necessary.  She was only five but acted like she was older, trying to hide her immaturity. She would look around dodging guards as though they were evil and against her. She was wearing a vermilion kimono, it interfered with her movements on occasion however she adapted to it. Her phoenix like birthmark was hidden under her kimono, her ash black hair hanging down to her shoulders.

The wind was gentle and so was the sun as it glowed upon two innocent souls. Shurido was staring at the sky above them as he laid beside his friend. He was almost lost in the bliss of the environment around them. Her voice returned him back into where he was and he turned to look at her, she hadn’t responded to his question but he didn’t care. ”What is it Cynthia?”. He looked at her with an inquisitive look on his face and curious eyes as she struggled to voice her thoughts. Whatever it was, it appeared that she was having difficulty saying it.

Then suddenly she turned and began to cry, even though she was trying he could still hear her voice and it worried him. ”hey hey, what’s the matter. Tell me, don’t cry.”, being so young he didn’t know what to do. For now this was the best he could do, speak to her and try to soothe her. He hadn’t seen her like this before, she was more of a jolly person. Suddenly breaking into tears was worrisome and strange.