Northstar Vale That man is not your maker

Who would have ever guessed how close evil could linger? For a loving mother to be snatched away by the jaws of a cobra and the loving heart of a father hollowed out by an imposter. Or perhaps it was she who was the imposter all along, living in a life of bliss when she belonged to a world that was cruel. The awe the young Princess felt was short-lived as her nape was grabbed and suddenly she had been thrust headfirst into the cold reality. For a young dreamer, there was nothing worse than waking up.

As Takeshi plunged her head beneath the cool waters, a yelp barely had time to ring out before her mouth was flooded. Hotaru recoiled, though she was unable to pull back to safety, her paws skittering against the stone floors of the cavern as fight or flight instincts kicked in desperate to run from the burning sensation that filled her chest. She was spasming as her throat clenched in an attempt to repel the water that flowed easily and the air left in her lungs was quick to bubble out rapidly.