The child had been wandering the city, wearing a worried expression and clutching hard to a sheathed sword like a lifeline. In the space of a day, the young prince had lost his lord father and his homeland. And now his lady mother had been taken from him too...or rather, it was the opposite. For the young prince now finds himself stranded in an unfamiliar city, whisked away from sea and sky to a prison in a cave.

Where is he? Where is his lady mother? Is this where she had intended to take him? Was it magic that brought him from the swaying of a boat to the solid ground? Even now he feels weak to stand on his own two feet, and it's only sheer will that's carrying him forward in some vain attempt to find his lady mother in this vast underground city. The young prince bites back fears and tears, trying to be brave. He can't cry now, what would his lord father think of him? He has to get back, get back to the boat and find a way to rescue everyone--

--...and suddenly, something soft and fluffy tickles his face. Blinking and caught off guard, the young prince stumbles back, wet eyes widening as he looks up higher and higher and beholds the tall, slender woman in front of him.

Is she friend or foe? The last time he remembered this feeling of being towered over, part of the roof had collapsed to reveal Aku's terrible leering visage. His hands unconsciously grip the sword tighter, bringing it to the front of him as if to defend himself. But unlike Aku, this woman's face lacks fangs and fiery brows. There's no sneer or evil laughter, just an amused smile and a fluffy toy.

The young prince doesn't know what to make of her. Biting down on his bottom lip, he stands in place and waits to hear what she has to say to him.