Prologue

"Uncle-

-Uncle, wake up!"

Breaths of whisper leak through his ear-drums, the oval-face uncle squinted his eyes before opening them - weigh with fatigue - revealing orbs of blue-water eyes underneath. Exhaustion drags his mind and soul as if he's being crushed by the depth he dear...till the chockful pain riddle him under his veins, he felt as if worms drilling tunnels within his skeleton-like body.

"...I don't know this cellar" drier than sands, his voice comes as a mutter - little as mice, but mighty to those who care - what happens?.

"...Sorry for waking you up-" the whisper spews from the nephew's jaw as the uncle begins to sit up, - dagging the tonnes of fatigue on his back, along with the desire to lay down again and return to the void - with the luxurious blanket slide down "-But we need to talk".

"Wha-what-what happens-" Two orbs - one doused in water and one covered in dirt - had their line of sight shifted into one as the uncle looked into the nephew's eyes-whose sits upon a chair at the side "...and where are we?"

"...You don't remember?" Spill from the jaws of the uncle's nephew, one eyebrow slides up upon the nephew's rounded face as he blinks once beforehand "Well, sit tight uncle, ya gonna hear what happens….but before that-" the nephew raised the index finger of his right hand - levitating in the air - "Promise me you won't freak out."

"I'll be the judge of that" The uncle answers quicker than any transportation available - including ground-dragons - with a deadpan face.

A breath as long as the coastline escapes the nephew's jaw "Alright then" and so the nephew tells.