The sun rises on a new day, the rays of light seeping through the glass and between the red velvet curtains of a high class mansion in the beautiful city of Paris, shining onto the sleeping face of a young nineteen year old girl with long blue hair with a blue ribbon on her head, giving her the appearance of having a pair of cat ears. The light hitting her eyes makes a pair of sparkling golden eyes blink open from agitation. "Ugh...I told mom not to open the curtains…" She rolls over under the covers to get away from the light, but realizing she isn't going to be able to fall back asleep, she begrudgingly gets up and goes to fix herself up.

As she rises up, her full height is realized, she stands at 6 feet tall and due to her odd fashion sense of covering most of herself. Her well toned muscles are in clear view, despite living in such a high class home. She very clearly was determined to keep her body fit, something her mother never understood. "Another day, another god damn reason to get out of here." She quickly catches her mistake and snatches her wallet, pulling a dollar out and putting it into the swear jar before Sammy arrives. "whew, okay, need to remember not to do that." With that mental note, she begins her morning routine, which consists of brushing and dressing before going downstairs to her mother's maids cooking breakfast for her.

"Happy birthday miss strike!" One of the prettier maids calls from the kitchen after taking notice that strike had taken a seat. "Your mother has been waiting for you, while we cook, you should probably go see her." The maid says as she tries to speak over the sizzling of bacon and other foods on the pan.

Strike can be heard letting out a loud groan of annoyance. "Do i really NEED to? I mean whenever she keeps secrets until a set date, it's never any good. Especially when she asks me to see her first thing in the morning."

"I'm afraid so, now run along now." The maid waves her hand and Strike, albeit begrudgingly, gets up to walk over to her mother's room.

With a knock on the heavy wooden doors, another absolute goddess of a woman opens the door. Her hair is long, slightly puffy with some curls as her eyes are a deep blue with a mellow yellow dress that is slightly larger than she needs it to be. "Ah, it's wonderful to see you again, my child." With a sweet smile that only strike has grown immune to, she extend an inviting hand. As she hides her other hand behind her, gripping a precious family 'heirloom' that she is about to pass down to strike...by force.

"Yea, yea, i get it." With a bite of disrespect she gently moves the hand away. "What do you want to see me about?" Strike gives a frustrated glare as her mother maintains her cool exterior.

"I wanted to give you...your birthday gift." The golden girl speaks in her smooth fresh/italian accent that she and her descendents speak in. Before strike can open her mouth to speak, her mother's hand smoothly glides out from behind her and Strike's iris suddenly shrinks as a spike of pain shoots from her neck, she cannot believe what just happened. Her own mother had just stabbed her in the throat with what looks like an Arrow head. "Now, let's see if i brought a proper heir into this world." With a wide, toothy, sadistic smile as she digs the ancient arrow in deeper, through her windpipe and with every drop of blood running down her fingers and hands. Then with a violent pull and a fleshy squelch of blood, she retracts the arrow out, a spiritual black mist pouring out of her, along with hints of white and what looks like stars. With that, the wound freshly created by the arrow suddenly closes and heals instantaneously as Star Strike staggers back with a short scream and her hand shooting up to grip her neck. "You survived…" Mother lets out a chuckle before bursting into a laugh. "EXCELLENT!" She grins with utter glee.

" .EARTH. IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Strike stands back up, panting, both furious and confused at the same time. "WAS THAT A PRANK?!" She looks at the remaining blood on her hand, it definitely cannot be fake.

Mother shakes her head and shows the arrow to her daughter. "Not at all...do you remember the stories I told you? About my stand? 'gemini' ? " Mother drops the arrow into Strike's hand. "Well...do you?"

"...Yes, I do, That bull sh- crud about you using it to protect mmmeeeeEEEEE?!" Strike's eyes bulge as her mother's stand appears, two humanoid figures rise and form from her body, both of which have golden silk angel wings, blindfolds of white silk, smooth complexions with darker markings running along them, creating the shape of flowers, twins, ribbons and money symbols that blend into their roman-like robes. "W-WHAT ARE THEY?!"

Mother leans on a wall as her Stand remains behind her, one half, holding the other as they are ready to act on their user's will. "This is my stand, Gemini...and your stand has been brought out as well...focus on summoning it, show me your power!"

Strike looks both shocked and amazed at the stand, she always thought they were made up stories, but now that she has a stand, she can now see stands herself. "I...dont know if i can-." Without a word, Gemini suddenly lunges forward, both its forms throwing a punch at supersonic speeds and just before it lands on its mark.

"ARI!" A slightly high pitched voice shouts out as an arm shoots out of strike and blocks it, strike takes a step back...before her, is her Stand. It holds itself a few inches taller than strike herself, its skin and body look like they are made from space and the cosmos itself, stars and galaxies can be seen when gazing into her skin, it has no mouth, but has a small nose and its eyes are especially slanted and narrowed stars, taking the shape of eyes, its hair flows like smooth fire, moving slightly upwards as it's blown back by an invisible force. It also wears a ivory white dress, very simple that looks a part of a warrior queen, with a chestplate and shoulder armor, its sleeves connect with the base of her middle finger and her leggings under her skirt do the same with its non-existent toes that are covered with high heels, its final defining feature is a royal head band that is between its hair and eyes, golden, with a gem of red in its center slot.

Mother grins and steps forward, retracting her stand and examining it. "It's so beautiful...it feels powerful as well...i think i know a proper name for it. 'Starlight Queen' a good name for it."

Starlight queen stands intimidatingly, a powerful aura coming from its existance. "T-this is my stand?" Strike steps forward towards it as it turns around to meet its user's gaze.

"It is...you've finally come of age, i promised to give you your freedom at this point…so, what shall you do first?" Mother waited for her daughter's first command as her own woman.

Strike pauses for a moment. The realization hit her like a brick:she's finally free to move on with her life and make her own decisions. "...mother…

I want to leave." Her mother said nothing. She simply nodded and turned to leave. "Wait, what about the arrow?"

Mother stopped and glanced over her shoulder. "Keep it...it's yours now."

To be continued ===