Prologue

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In a great forest where the trees are tall and majestic, the birds sing all day, and everything is peaceful, slept a boy. Clad in green, he slept soundly; no dream touched his head. Until the sun crept its way over the treetops, and cast its pure shining light over the great clearing did he lay on a wooden bed.

The light began to shine in through the door, and a deep yawn came from inside the hollow tree house. The boy, about ten years old, stretched, and then got up to walk outside. He stood on his small balcony, fighting off grogginess and looking around at the forest village.

[This is the day,] he thought. [The day when it all started. Does this mean that none of that ever happened?] The boy remembered. He remembered the future, the things that would have happened. But now, everything was different. The evil shadows that ruled in a future time were imprisoned in his mind forever, his experience confined only to his memory. All seemed peaceful.