You were a small toddler cookie, escaping your old village after an attack that killed your parents. You were terrified. You just wanted a bed. But you couldn't have that. So you walked, and walked, and walked. You grew tired but you couldn't stop. You heard of a kingdom led by the Salt of Solidarity called Kala Namak. If you got there, you would be ok. But it was so far away.

A week you walked. A week you got injured and attacked. A huge infected scar covered your small stomach and chest. But you didn't care. You couldn't stop. As you were walking, you heard horse hooves clicking on the ground. As the hooves got closer, you collapsed. You lay on the ground trembling and tired. As you felt your eyes growing heavy, you heard someone dismount the horse and a voice.

Salt of Solidarity: "Little one? Are you ok down there?"