I didn't know a lot about my mother. I knew of pictures and stories. I knew of her legacy, her vision. She was once the king's greatest confidant and General, until she was marked as a traitor and stayed in America where I was soon born. It wasn't long after my birth she was killed. Wakanda is in my blood, at least some part of it.

I stared at the screen that had spoken of the king of Wakanda's death. The new king was his son T'Challa. He looked like a sophisticated, handsome man. It was so bad he would not survive.

"Long live the king."