Year 12.325 After the Founders, Spring 44.

It’s been three years ever since the birth of young Diaz, to him these were times of melancholy and solitude, for his family, although not negligent or in lack of love, had little time to give him any attention, making him spend most of his time either alone or with his caretakers like his nanny, Matilda, a caring old woman past her youth with no children.

Diaz, listening with an uncanny silence to the stories that his nanny told him, began to slowly piece together some information about his kingdom as he simultaneously learned the local language, and being a monarch himself in the past, quickly understood that this nation's situation was not a good one. It was beset by internal problems and external ones, he did not yet knew the specifics for his nanny saw no need in telling difficult stories to a toddler, but still as much as she tried to tell stories of his father and grandfather in a caring and warm tone, he could tell there were plenty of conflicts in this nation.

Still, understanding and caring about it are two different things, for young Diaz, in his first years was still shaken by the realisation that this is a different world entirely and that he just experienced rebirth, trying to grasp at anything that could disprove what he just came to learn, as futile as it was. Unfortunately for him reality would always hit him hard, and this made him close off his heart at start.

This of course worried both his family and his caretakers, for they could not understand the boy's heart or why he never cried, barely ate and had no interest in anything around him.

To some at court this odd behaviour made him creepy in the eyes of children and adults alike. Even though his father Kniva and mother Cassandra wanted to do something about it they were too busy with affairs of state, just trying to keep the country together.

And so the image of young Diaz began to circulate: That of an odd and perhaps mentally ill child, making many imagine a bleak future for him.

One of his recent actions also did not make his image any better, for he began to secretly go to his nanny room, staying there fiddling with her sewing tools. Matilda knew this was a weird behaviour for a young toddler and planned to chastise him, however she gave up on the idea when she was face to face with the boy and allowed him to do as he pleased as long as she watched, for she felt pity for the boy who always seemed depressed and alone, she also thought that perhaps this was better than him staying frozen like a statue looking at nothing as he used to do.

The boy then began at first to stubbornly sew something in a small piece of cloth, for even when Matilda attempted to do it for him he simply shaked his head and continued to do it himself, stubbornly and clumsily filing his fingers with needle holes without crying. With time however the boy began to timidly pull her skirt as if asking for some help or advice, for young Diaz hands were too small and he clearly did not know what he was doing, for the first time Matilda found herself happy for the boy rather than sad for it seemed he finally began to open up a bit, acting more like his age.

As Matilda helped and got closer to her young protegee, she began to notice that the boy was far more intelligent than she gave him credit for, for he could understand her words and instructions far too easily, and could speak very well although he did so very rarely. “Perhaps, one day this young boy would give a scare to everyone who thinks low of him” thought Matilda at that one moment.

While his nanny was busy looking out for him, young Diaz was desperately trying to make embroidery, more specifically a coat of arms of his dynasty, for Diaz, despite opening his heart a bit, was still in a chaotic state of mind, afraid that he would forget everything one day.

So while his memory was still fresh, he wanted to make something to remember everything he held dear: his family, his history, his country, his household and his people, to him his coat of arms was the concrete form of all of this.

It took a year for it to finally look like what he desired, a shield with a cross surrounded by stars, with a crown above it and leafs below it. A coat of arms never seen before by Matilda.

The boy then made a small satchel from the embroidery he made, curiously he afterwards never put anything inside.

When the nanny questioned the young boy about the coat of arms he said:

“I saw it in a long dream that I hope I will see again”.

The nanny then asked about what he would put inside his small satchel, which to this he said:

“Nothing, for what I wanted was the sands I saw on a beach inside that long dream, and you can't grab dreams.”