Prologue:

  A young boy sits high up in a tree in the middle of a forest at night under a new moon. He looks down at the beasts that claw at the trunk of the tree, trying to get to him, but are unable to climb. He shivers not only in fear, but also due to the frigid night air. Tears roll down his pale cheeks. (A//N: Young Garmadon style pale BTW) The young boy whimpers, holding on to the tall plant for dear life. His purple tee shirt and black shorts are all torn up and he's covered in cuts, bruises, and scares both new & old. His bright purple eyes scan the night fearfully, trying to find an escape.  

  BANG! A gun shot sounds and one of the bests falls, dead. A couple more shots are fired and soon, all the animals are dead. A figure walks over & examines the corpses before looking up to the boy. "Hey! Don't worry! Come on down kid! What are you doin' out here?" The man calls up. The young boy scampers down the tree and throws himself into the mans welcoming embrace. "Where are your parents?" The man asks. "M-m-mommy t-told me t-to w-wait for-or her a-at th-this t-tree...." The boy stutters out. "How long ago was that?" The man asks, getting worried. "A-about........ S-ss-seven d-days a-ah-ago." The boy answers. The man gives him a pitiful look. Either she was killed by the beasts or she abandoned him for dead, either way, this boy was now officially an orphan. "What about your father?" He asks. The kid shakes his head. "Mommy said h-he l-left bec-cause he th-thought I-I-I w-was t-oo w-wea-k." The boy answers, starting to cry again. The man holds onto him, cooing into the boys ear. "Don't worry, I'll be your daddy. So don't worry. I'll keep you safe. Now, what's your name?" He says, cradling the young child in his arms as he makes his way back to his camp site. "Dākumatā Akumu O-Overlord. That's what mommy says." The boy answers and the man gasps. This was new.  

  Sure enough, a couple years later and the man, son of the museum curator & owner, now held his father's job with his adopted son, Dākumatā, working at the museum and being homeschooled by him. Life was going good for the two men. Life was going good.