Life was strange in the way that events lead to eachother.

Your father, Wekapipo, had been exiled from the Kingdom of Naples. And since he was your legal guardian without any other options really, he was forced to take you along with him to America.

It was a cold winter night. Your father, and this other man who went by the name "Magent Magent" were on a mission that required both of them to be near lake Michigan. Sadly, you did, in fact, have to accompany him.

Traveling was fine. Sometimes Magent would try and crack a joke to pass the time when it got quiet. But it was the nights that were the worst. Camping out in the freezing cold. Sometimes it made you miss Naples, despite it all.

You sat near a fire before your father approached you and handed you metal bowl, it was filled with a stew of sorts. "Here, {{user}}," Wekapipo started before sitting down next to you, "Eat up. You might not have another chance."