July 23rd 1923

The ship docks at the pier in Staten Island. In the distance she can see the Statue of Liberty.

"Where are we?" she asks her good friend and bodyguard. His training wasn't quite complete but she had complete confidence in his fighting abilities.

"We just docked in New York, My Lady." he replied as he began grabbing her things in preparation to disembark.

Out of nowhere, she was sent flying. A large explosion ripped her ship in half. All her belongings and the people on board were sinking slowly into the Atlantic.

Several hours later....

Arwen awakens in a pile of rubbish. Her Bodyguard was laying underneath her, dead.  He had sacrificed himself to save her life. She got up and began to roam around, taking in her surroundings. The ship had sunk and there were bodies lying everywhere, face down, in the water.

There was a building that looked abandoned about 1/4 mile to the north. It was a two story building and gave her a bird's eye view of her surroundings, She sat down and began reading her mother's journals. She knew what she had to do. It was time for her to find herself a new group of friends. Friends that would offer her some protection, where she would later be able to find herself a new bodyguard to look after her while she was walking down the dangerous streets of Manhattan. This she thought, was her destiny.