Nim was currently sitting in his crib, trying to practice moving his hands and legs. Nim your son. Simple as that. Today, he was supposed to meet his mother, the queen of Arib. The room Nim was in was lavish, full of gold, jewels, gifts from other kingdoms- Things a baby would never need. Nim was only four months old, and apparently his mother had been too busy leading her army to war. Of course, she had been victorious, and now eager to meet her son. Nim pauses, hearing footsteps.