When the sun rose in the morning, a bright figure, wearing bright and shiny gold armor and a crown that was as bright as the sun itself, stood outside of Lynk’s tent, shining so bright that the light forced itself into the tent, waking Lynk up. Once Lynk woke up, he found Artemis lying next to him in his arms. After carefully removing his arm, he rubbed his eyes and stretched before stepping outside. When he stepped out of the tent, he was greeted with a blinding light emitting from a figure, forcing Lynk to shield his eyes.

Underneath the thick canopy, sits a young man, next to a small campfire cooking four rabbits and stitching their skins together into a patchwork pouch. Every now and then, he might throw some branches on the fire, or he would poke and stir up his little fire to keep it alive. Hearing the grass rustle and fallen branches break, the man would pick his head up and look around.