The sun was shining brightly today, just like any other afternoon in Artemis. However, this was not an ordinary day in Artemis. The taste of sweat and dirt could be tasted all around just as noticeably as the sound of excitement and whispers could be heard. There was quite a crowd gathered in the town square, the city that King Alistor ruled from. Everyone outside the town knew of the King's recent order to build a grand and mighty Palace. All of the most important artists, architects, and constructors were employed. Most of the common folk men were also called upon to help in the construction of this magnificent and noble cause, so that left the women to wander about and openly admire the beauty of this creation-to-be.

Almost everyone was entranced, mouths slightly open, eyes glued to their surroundings. Everyone, but a little girl. The little girl near by sat quietly on the side of the road, drawing in the dirt with a stick. She gazed up lazily and watched men carrying bricks and wood walk by. Once they had passed, she went back to drawing in the dirt. From far away, one might think this child was a nobody, a child from a poor child. Her clothes were covered in mud, her brown curls knotted and ratty, her face covered in splotches of filth and her naked feet as the rest of her clothes, enclosed in muck. But close up, this child was far from being a nobody. Her features were distinct and very recognizable. Any one, even a blind man would know that this child was not just an ordinary child, but the sole daughter of King Alistor and Queen Katherine.