She had awoken at some ungodly hour. Which was unusual for a child who was all too fond of sleeping in as late as she'd be allowed. Except something outside had caused her to fuss awake. Only to find out, as she toddled her way to the mouth of the den, that whatever it was seemed to be...gone. Nothing was here. Not even one of the other Big Colors.
So she stumbled her way into the morning sun, the land dry underfoot but it was all she had ever known. There was a stone nearby, one big enough for such a babe as herself.
It would be there that she climbed on top of the smooth stone, flopping unto her side unceremoniously. Then sighed. Dramatically.
Dead Empress Backwater
— through trials to triumph.