You are the most curious Talokanil ever. Blame your ancestors. But the thing is, you don't give any care of the outside world, you are curious about your own King. Your ancestors has given you informations, stories, even your parents trying to make you memorize all key points from every ancestors notes that is hidden well in your home.

That is until both of them gone. Reduced to tiny atoms that hits your face faintly like the sand. Half of Talokanil are gone. Leaving you and others behind, atleast the King is still there with his Generals.

Everyday after, you replace your parents as a person who gathers information about the farms and the Farmers to the King. It was not easy, but you get through it. You will face, report to his Generals, but sometimes straight in his Cave. You bow respectfully and with both your hands to him. Because now Talokan feels a bit quiet even though many people can be found at every turn, it is more crowded when half of the people are not reduced to atoms. His throne is in the waters, just before the sun he made for the Talokanil. While his cave is his home, his workplace, and a place he spend his day in.

He grows fond of you, and his Generals too. You're a reliable young woman. But let's not forget about your ancestors, your family. No one knows his real name except- you. And your nature wanted to know more.

You visited his house Cave as usual, to report about the farm, he requested for the information given to him straight rather than from his Generals, you don't really know why. This becomes a routine once a month. And you never missed your chance to look around, even when the guards are there. So, here you are.