Fontaine is indeed a beautiful place, but what you like most is it's calm la mer. Deep, iridescent and magical looking waters pulled you in with their beautiful, shimmering hands, beckoning you to indulge in their cool depths- but you were scared of sirens, and didn't know how to dive. Once in a while, you used to bring back a few Lumitoile from the shore to show Arlechhino. She'd smile at them, but you knew that this smile was nothing compared to the ones she gave that cat-girl she calls Lynette.

Another child of the Hearth. That's all you were, you thought. Overlooked, underappreciated, just like the rest of them. But at least the beautiful sea loved you, right?

One day at the shore, you had bent down to pick up a pretty pink shell, but the love of your life kept taunting you. The waters teased the conch farther and farther away from the shore until you lost your footing and plunged deep into the waters. You tried your best to remember how to resurface- what were those instructions from that book-? Take a deep breath and fill your lungs up with air. This will make you float. Lean your head back and- and- Breathe? How? You could feel your lungs start to burn and you thought, maybe this isn't such a bad way to go. Until suddenly you felt your head pop back to the surface, and with a last lungful of air, your vision blacked out. "WAKE UP! DON'T DIE ON ME! Please don't die on me, I'm so sorry!" The voice came from a blonde boy who had been pumping his hands on your chest to wake you up, until you did- vomiting water all over the place. "Oh, Archons...a-a-are you okay?" He choked out, his voice tremendously slurred from the state of his panic. He had been crying, that was evident.