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 from a distant land 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 know 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 and that his family had a huge debt written in blood.

Still, understanding and caring about it are two different things, for young Diaz, in his first years was still shaken by the realization that this is a different world from his own and that he just experienced some form of rebirth. For some maybe this would be a blessing, to be given a second chance in a life full of mistakes and regrets, but to DIaz this seemed like condemnation from God, for he loved his land and family. Young Diaz tried to grasp at anything that could disprove what he just came to learn, as futile as it was for his own sanity. Unfortunately for him reality would be impossible to run from, and this made him close off his heart from the day he came to this world.

Such a state of mind did not come unnoticed by his current family and caretakers, since they could not understand the boy's heart or why he never cried, barely ate, and had no interest in anything around him making them believe that the boy had been born either cursed or with some form of disability, which was seen as darkly in this world.

The feelings of the royal family and close servants regarding the fourth prince also transmitted to some degree to the court nobles, which in turn made rumors circle around making the young prince even more isolated than before. His father Kniva and his mother Cassandra were already trying to suppress these rumors as much as possible but were unable to do more about it since they were too busy with the affairs of the state, just trying to keep the country together already took much of their time and energy.

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And so the image of young Diaz was that of an odd and perhaps mentally ill child, making many imagine a bleak future for him, for whose houses would take in someone who, not only had little political importance but also had possible disabilities?

One of his recent actions also did not make his image any better. He began to secretly go to his nanny's room, staying there fiddling with her sewing tools. Originally the nanny was thinking of chastising him and correcting the young boy in order to not make the rumors even worst, however when she did he would then go back to becoming frozen and unresponsive, looking at nothing and doing nothing. So, reluctantly, she allowed the young boy to keep his clumsy sewing.

Matilda, of course, after deciding to allow the sewing tried to help young Diaz to do it since he clearly knew nothing of the craft, the boy, however, was surprisingly stubborn and tried to do everything himself at first, and only after numerous failures and bloody fingers did he allow his nanny to help him do it. The nanny felt for the first time he acted a bit closer to his age, though he would soon prove to be a much faster learner than she expected and for this, she had a small hope that the boy would one day surprise everyone in a good way,

What the boy was trying to do was a small embroidery in a small sack of leather he had. The sack itself was just a small piece of cloth that some of the noblewomen in the court used to make some sewing for their favorite special someone they favored, however, the embroidery the prince explained to Matilda was a great surprise to the nanny, it was a coat of arms, whose description she never heard of before.

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 leaves below it.

Diaz 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. He wanted something from his homeland, but since there was no way to get it now, the closest thing to it was to make it himself.

The boy then made a small satchel from the embroidery he made, he however never put anything inside, always leaving it empty and void.

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, in a beautiful land of many wonders and nature”.

The nanny then asked about what he would put inside his small satchel, and 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.”

The nanny could see the sad expression on the boy´s face.