Time flies like an arrow.

It was four years later.

On a small island in The State of Rothmark, the golden morning sun rose over the horizon, its warm light filtering through the curtains of a cozy children's room.

At exactly 5:30 AM, the alarm clock on the bedside table rang.

A three-year-old toddler, sleeping with her little bottom sticking up in the air, jolted awake. Barefoot and still in her diaper, she hurried off to wash up before making ...