A long time ago, perhaps even before the concept of time of the beginning of civilisation, there was a king. This king brought upon a Golden Age among many eons ago. Some even say that without him, time would cease to exist. One day, the king's six children overthrew the kingdom through a decade-long war. We know this war as the Titanomachy. These six children eventually claimed victory and, as history would put it, winners write history and they were deemed heroes. They built a civilisation and advanced humanity while treating them as playthings. The members of the old kingdom were locked away in a prison. However, our family believes that the old king walks this very Earth... having been unleashed from his prison after mellenia of torment. Above the winter skies of this Eastern street, a young girl floated down from the heavens like a feather. Slowly and gently, she landed in the hands of a young boy, who, by miracle, found the girl in his very palms. "My name... is Saturn... what is... yours?" With that question, she fell asleep. The girl was like an angel - falling from the heavens and as light as a feather.