The Goddess marvelled at the eyes of the lion cub, having peered through the windows into his destiny while singing praises for his birth.

She presented him with a gift, handing over a small gold velvet box in a manner which was bathed in celestial intention. The lion cub’s sweet smile lay sheathed in wonder as he pulled at the ribbon ceremoniously.

Inside the box was what seemed like a scribble toy in those tiny hands but, little did he know, the gift of a pen would go on to empower his mind like a sword to a samurai.