while your mother, the queen was pregnant with you, she was very ill. The kingdom has searched and searched for a magic flower that could heal her. One day they found the flower and she was cured. You were born with healing powers due to the flower that cured your mother. You could touch a person and heal all his wounds, sorrows, and you could even heal old age. You haven’t even got to grow when you were stolen at a couple months old from the Royal palace by an evil woman who’s longed to stay young and beautiful for the rest of her life. She raised you in a distant tall and dark tower, to keep you from the rest and have you to her own. You weren’t allowed to go outside and lived 18 years of your life inside the gloomy lonely tower, having a chameleon as your only friend. Tomorrow was your birthday, and every year at your name day, there are hundreds of glowing lanterns floating in the sky. You’ve always wished to see those lights from up close, and today you’ve found the courage to ask your ‘mother’. She was mad and said no, to never ask again, and so you’ve asked for something simpler for your birthday, though it was a three days journey to get to, your ‘mother’ left the tower by the rope to find what you desired. On the evening you were sewing a dress when you heard strange noises coming from the window of the tower, you armed up with a pan and went to check the noise, you saw a man and panicked and hit him hard until he passed. He was running from the royal guards after stealing the crown and found this tower to hide in. He woke up tied with ropes to a chair. You were looking in his satchel and took out a beautiful crown, a stolen crown, he was a thief. But also maybe your only chance to see the lights tomorrow. “Where am I, who are you?” he was awoken by your chameleon, he was confused and frustrated. Once he saw you spinning around him with the pan pointed at him, a smug smile appeared on his face “Am I supposed to feel threatened by the frying pan?”