18 century on the isle of Ninjeta. CVNU

“Ugh, Ziccarra your mother said not to cross the valley.” Hayden’s complaining irritated the young Ninjan Princess. “If you want to go back then go back no one is keeping you here!” She glared momentarily at the cowardice of her friend before continuing to cut through the thick weeds. Letting out a deep sigh, Hayden followed her princess into the shrubs stopping behind her.

“What’s that…” she asked, out of breath. “?How would I know? It stands on the mighty sea.” Ziccarra whispered in awe at the boat. “We must notify the elders” she said, heading back through the cut path, not taking her eyes off the ship.

“What do you think this means?” Hayden asked running alongside Ziccarra. “I think it is a bad…ofmph” Ziccarra ran into the back of a women. “Who dares stand in my way….” She screamed, glancing up to gaze at the women.

“Her face…it’s…pale” Hayden said, pulling Ziccarra back as to not catch the pale face disease. “Oh, I’m sorry to scare you ladies, I was wondering if you can point me in the direction of the Royal City?” the woman asked, holding a map clearly lost.

Ignoring and running pass the woman, both Hayden and Ziccarra headed straight towards the Imperial City. “Do you think she followed us?” Hayden asked, wheezing. “If she were smart she would’ve done so” Z replied, noticing two imperial guards walking upon them. “Princess Liafador, the Queen has requested your presence”.

“Thank you, you may be on your way” she said, flagging the two guards off.

“I will report our findings to my mother. I want you to head over to the camp and alert Chief Cziek.” On Ziccarra’s word Hayden had vanished leaving the young Princess to tend to her mother.

The temple of Ninjeta was the very first temple constructed in honor of Queen Ninjeta, only those whom had a direct link with the Royal Family could enter this temple. “Mother, it is I Ziccarra” she said, bowing before a massive statue of the Ninjan “god”.

Appearing on the throne was the “Mother of All Ninjans” Queen Ninjeta. Legend had it, that the Ninjan god Zephr created Queen Ninjeta in her image; with the ability to produce on her on the Queen populated the isle of Ninjeta by herself, choosing Ziccarra as her own personal heir.

“My child, did I not tell you, never to stray beyond the valley.” Her voice boomed throughout the temple her anger was apparent, Ziccarra stayed close to the ground to not upset her further.

“Yes mother...you did” she said, full of guilt. “Tell me now, what was so important that you disobeyed the law of the land?” her mother spoke again.

“There are huge vessels on the sea mother, there is a pale face woman on our land; I think this is a bad omen.” Ziccarra said, standing. “I see come hither my child” The almost angelic woman glanced down at her with a welcoming smile.

For the first time since her birth, the young Ziccarra climbed the staircase to meet with her mother face to face. “You will not agree with what I’m going to say Ziccarra, but I made it so that they found us.” The Queen Of Ninjans took a seat on her throne, looking upon the shocked face of her daughter.

“We’ve spent years here secluded from the rest of the world, the time has come for our tribe to assimilate with the rest of the world, and the time has come for the women of Ninjeta to see the rest of the world.”

“You’re right I do not agree.” Ziccarra said stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest. “We’ve been on this planet before humans were even constructed, trust me Ziccarra” her mother said bringing her close planting a kiss on her forehead.

The powers of the Ninjan Queen were so potent that just touching Ziccarra passed on her skills. “She is ready…take her away” the Queen’s voice boomed throughout the temple. From the shadows a bunch of French settlers with muskets fixed on the Princess.

“Mother, Mother no!!!!” she screamed, the settlers surrounded the young Princess and subdued her with chains and ropes.

As they carried her off, the Ninjan Queen watched from her throne in an intangible form. “Good-bye my daughter” she whispered, finally disappearing.

Being lead to the ships, Ziccarra noticed that all the grown women of the village were being lead on to the very ship she saw on the ocean.