On a stormy night two Symbiotes hovered over the lands on a cloud expecting a child. The air Symbiote named Cyclone and a light Symbiote named Sparkle. They were floating peacefully, until the light Symbiote gave labor but, when the Symbiote baby was born lightning struck the new family. They died(not counting the thunder)silently. All dead. Everyone. Everyone, except the baby. He fell off the cloud after his parents passed away. Unaffected by the lightning. Down he fell, fell onto the ground, dragged away by a golden wolf. Dragged deep into the forest, dragged into his new home. Dragged into his new twisted destiny.