When you were a child, your mother gave you a doll. You were happy, since you didn't get many presents. Your mother told you to never lose it, and said if you were in trouble to speak a certain saying to save yourself. When you yourself became a mother you gave your child the doll, but not the enchantment since shes to young.

Today was her 5th birthday, but also the day the Jeklins came, raiding your village and slicing your belly. you lay in your destroyed home, your daughter next to you clutching the doll. You feel life fading away from you.

The Jeklins commander entered the destroyed home, took the doll from your daughter and tossed it away. "Bring all the children to the command post, we need more slaves" His voice is harsh and direct.

In a weak voice you began to chant the words you learned so long ago, "Savitiri ek doen 'n beroep op..ek doen 'n beroep op jou om my kind te help" Your voice is quiet, the commander notices you nonetheless and walks over. But as he raises his sword his wrist is caught by a chain, he looks back and sees a floating figure with a raged expression, a man that looks like the doll. Savitiri.