Over 200 years ago:
"How was your day at Miss Rosenfield's?"
"I missed Mommy!"
Atum held his mother's hand, the two walking side by side. Atum was eight years old, and he just finished his day at Miss Rosenfield's, the teacher of their village. He would sit there for a few hours with some breaks in between and listen to her teach different subjects that the residents required.
"Haha, I missed Little Atum too!" His mom laughed and tweaked his cheeks. For some reason her face was blurred, only her black hair and emerald eyes seemed clear.
Atum skipped by her side, their hands swinging with the rhythm of his bouncing. The blurred lady stayed silent, although Atum instinctively knew she was watching him with fondness and a wide smile.
*ROAR*
That's when everything went wrong.