I haven't written anything in a while but had inspiration for this from watching a movie last night called Skellig, it was really good. So review and let me know what you think. Because the story line is rather big in my mind at the moment Im thinking of splitting it up into three different parts with maybe 20 chapters in each. Not sure at the moment so I will just have to see how it goes. I don't have a Beta and if you are one and like the story feel free to message me to be my Beta, god knows I could do with one. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

The Beginning

Ianto Jones was your typical looking, English rich boy snob. He stood at the Cardiff train station with his head held high not looking anyone in the eye. He was very angry. He could still recall the conversation he had had with his father only an hour ago.

One hour earlier

Ianto stood outside in the courtyard of his prestigious private boarding school waiting for his usual limo to come and pick him up. He scanned the driveway only seeing high middle class cars driving in and out picking up the children that pretend to be high up even know everyone knew they were just a sad bunch that where only slightly above the middle class. But he, Ianto Jones was the top of the top. He was the high of the high and the richest boy in school.

His father, Ifan Jones shared shares all across the world with business corporations on high sales market. Everyone knew Ianto Jones and Ianto Jones knew everyone important. He said the word and it was done. So he was questioning himself as to why his limo was late. Then his mobile started to ring. He flipped out his blueberry and looked at the caller. "Father" its read. He sighed before answering.

"Good afternoon father,"

"Good after noon son, plans have changed. The limo won't be coming to pick you up. You need to go to the local bus station and catch a bus to the train station. There you get a ticket for Cardiff train station where a car will be to pick you up. I'm working tonight so I won't see you until tomorrow, so behave and be nice to your mother. Goodbye." His father rushed out.

Before Ianto could even protest or ask why the line went dead. Iantos mouth was hanging open in shock. He had to catch a local bus, a local train, a local ticket. What did his father take him for!

So here he was, the high almighty Ianto Jones standing in a local train station looking around for a sign that said his name. He finally spotted it and briskly walked towards the ageing man with a driver's hat on smiling at him.

"Mr. Ianto I presume! Pleasure to meet you sir! I'm Barry Colemns, you driver for today, let me take your suitcase and lead you to the car, It's quite a walk though sir, bloody nightmare finding a parking space out there, mayhem! Utter mayhem!" chatted Barry as he took Iantos suitcase and lead him to the exit.

Ianto stayed silent through Barry's wittering about the weather and the traffic through the whole car journey. They drove for around three hours when they reached the gate on the Jones' country house.

Tucked away in a secluded part of the welsh countryside stood the giant mansion gleaming in the rare sunlight. Behind it was a deep green forest that's trees blew in the light wind. To Ianto this was as close as he got to a proper home. Every since he was seven he had been at that boarding school and only ever came home on the holidays. Ianto had finished his eleventh year at school and was once again home until school began again.

Barry grabbed his suitcase from the boot and passed it to Ianto who took it grudgingly. His usual limo driver would carry it into the house for him. Barry smiled at Ianto before tipping his hat and walking back to the car.

Goodriddance Ianto bitterly thought as Barry got in the car and drove out of the cobbled driveway.

"Ianto! Ianto darling come inside! There is some lunch waiting for you in the conservatory!" Iantos mother chimed from the doorway.

Derek, the family butler came and took Iantos suitcase out of his hands as Ianto walked into the house. His mother had rushed off to fix her hair or something. Ianto tugged off his suit jacket but left on his waistcoat. It was sunny outside but not hot.

Ianto breezed into the conservator and saw the meal laid out for him. It was some kind of salad with bread rolls. Maybe his mother was trying to tell him something. Ianto looked down at his stomach. Maybe he should just skip this meal. Yeah, that's what he would do just in case he had gained some weight and not noticed.

Ianto left the conservatory that looked out across the lake beside the house that was also surrounded by woods. Ianto used to love playing make believe games in the woods when he was younger. He would be a boy runaway that was living in the forest surving on only nature.

That was until his mother had seen how dirty he got and banned him from ever playing in it again. That was when he closed his silly childhood and became a man like his father had always told him too. What's the use of make believe when make believe is only make believe. You have to face reality some time and Ianto Jones did that at the mere age of seven.

Persila Jones strolled into the hallway as Ianto was halfway up the stairs. She called up to her son.

"Ianto, do make sure you present yourself nicely for tonight, I'm having a party and inviting important people so don't ruin it." She said smiling.

Ianto faked a smile back.

"Of course mother," he replied before turning away and carrying on towards his room. Ofcourse she expected him to ruin it. She always did.

Ianto sighed as he lay down on his king sized bed. His bed at boarding school wasn't uncomfortable but nothing beats a lazy boy mattress he had had for years. He could hear busy movement from downstairs and hurried speaking. His mother organizing the party he supposed. She always went over the top to show off to people that they had cash and could spend it.

Ianto knew he should start to get ready; he didn't want to annoy her too early in the night. Yet again it seemed lately just his presence annoyed her.