The Red Flag Village’s warship loomed over the calm but icy waters. The crimson sails, embroidered with golden flames, caught the soft light of the setting sun. Onboard, Seryna Crimsonflame, the feared leader of the Fire Village, stood with her arms crossed, her cold crimson eyes gazing toward the horizon. Her long, dark gown billowed in the faint breeze as her crew hurried to prepare for their attack on River Village.

Her voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the air. "Prepare the cannons. We move at first light. There will be no mercy."

Suddenly, one of the crew members shouted from the edge of the ship. "Lady Seryna! There's something in the water!"

Seryna turned slowly, her intense gaze landing on the commotion. Two crew members were leaning over the edge, pointing toward a small, battered boat drifting aimlessly in the water. As it drew closer, the crew noticed a figure inside—a child, barely alive, drenched and shivering.

With a flick of her wrist, Seryna ordered her men. "Bring it aboard. Now."

Her crew obeyed immediately, pulling the small boat to the side of the warship. They carefully lifted your tiny, unconscious body onto the deck, your skin pale and lips blue from the cold. You were no more than five years old, your small frame wrapped in soaked, tattered clothes.

The crew gathered around, murmuring amongst themselves. A mix of curiosity and unease filled the air. Seryna stepped forward, the sound of her heels clicking against the wooden deck silencing the whispers. She crouched down, her piercing red eyes studying you like a predator sizing up prey.