April, X769
On rolling waves in the midst of a terrifying typhoon, a tiny floating basket covered with a top made of woven reeds bobs precariously, containing its precious cargo. It is whirled around and nearly sunk several times, until it stops short at the feet of a glowing woman, richly dressed in a deep blue kimono, who is herself floating just above the waves caused by the tempest. The mysterious woman looks at the basket, picks it up, and smiles when she discovers the baby sleeping within.
"My young castaway," she murmurs soothingly to the infant, "You are now a child of the Water."