There was no grave. No remembrance. Absolutely nothing in honor of the hero of Ooo. Every little thing simply hurt too much.
Phoebe, otherwise known as the Flame Princess, ruler of the Fire Kingdom, had been more vulnerable since he had perished. Their last encounter with each other, Phoebe had been quite cold. It was in her nature; rulers of the Fire Kingdom were said to be cold, guarded, regal.
As she Phoebe upon her throne, thoughts of him crept into her mind, haunting her. At night, she was derived of sleep due to recurring nightmares, or pieces of the past that hurt too much. Even the regular hunting in the forest was unable to ease her mind.
Phoebe had learned simple arts of magic. At almost twenty years of age, she had mastered the art of chronokinesis. Save for traveling through time, she had foresight, and could delve into the past. Other than that, sometimes, Phoebe had the ability to predict the future.
Alone in her sullen chambers that night, Phoebe decided to utilize her ability, maybe look into much happier and lighter times.