Prologue

It was a cold winter evening on the streets of London. Snow fell to the ground slowly, yet gracefully. At this hour many families were indoors with flames dancing in their fireplaces. Miles away from the town, on a hilltop in a family estate, a butler paced the halls as he waited outside a door. He was dressed in a black suit that matched his pitch black hair. Finally, he knocked three times before opening the door.

"Is it ready?" He asked in a quiet, calm voice that hid his impatience.

"Very soon." A women replied gently. She was dressed in a blue maid's outfit as she worked with differnet oddly colored liquids and powders. "You may want to prepare to leave now." She added in a bit quieter. The butler nodded before leaving the room, closing the door behind him before he proceeded down the hall to another door. He knocked several times, waited a few moments, and then opened it.

"Now?" Came a young boy's voice. The boy was lying atop the bed on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a bored expression.

"As soon as you're ready." The butler replied.

"I've been ready!" the boy pretty much exclaimed, getting to his feet. "Let's go!" He demanded. The butler got down on one knee and bowed to his young master.

"Yes, your highness..."