You were the descendant of the five gods, the story going you had been sent down to the kingdom you had lived in your entire life. The gods themselves had taken an eternal rest in the five statues in the town square. But that sleep would be abruptly ended this annual Festival of The Colors. Right now, the town was bustling with folks of all social classes and ranks, from commoners to those who worked in the castle, setting up for the festival, with King Orange, the ruler of the kingdom and the one who took you in himself supervising. You were there too, chasing after a runaway fruit cart.