Your family was dead. Gone. Your Kingdom lay behind you in fire, ash, and ruin. There was no safe haven left for you as you were cast off to sea in the last of the lifeboats. Your people screamed at you to escape, to carry the hope, the lineage to a new land.

All the way out on the open water, you could still feel the heat of fire and how it singed you, you could hear their screams…

You floated for days, halfway dead when the other raft floated towards you. You could barely lift your head to see your savior as he extended a hand to you.

“It’s alright…” That smooth silken voice calms you as your eyelids flutter, “I’ve got you now...”