Disclaimer: I do not own Max, Matt, Ozymandius, Icarus, Peter, Wendy, Frannie, et cetera. The only characters I can claim as my own are Daedalus and Nick.

Personal Note: Once I read the "Lake House" and "Where the Wind Blows" for the first time I couldn't put them down. I must have read them twenty times apice before wanting more. The authors name is James Patterson. I strongly urge you to read his novels, he is an excellant writer and I have a lot of respect for him.

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Prologue:

Daedalus saw him kill again. He always saw him kill. It was indeed horrible, but that is the way Daedalus viewed Hauer these days. A murderer, a filthy man who would kill and destroy for money, it was despicable.

Daedalus saw him kill again. This time though, he destroyed a special person. Daedalus saw Harold Hauer kill someone he hadn't seen in a very long time. This should have made him angry, or upset even. But Daedalus was void of emotion, he too was a killer. A killer since the age of nine, he had dismissed any thought of redemption and now followed the man who had forced him into this façade of a killer. Daedalus, if truth be told, was not cold blooded in (literally in fact he was but regarding the turn of phrase he was far from it) he was only tired and just gave up. Perhaps this Freudian view of Daedalus was giving him too much credit; it is entirely possible that Daedalus was not that deep. The fact that he only had one thought on his mind at the moment was evidence of this.

Daedalus saw him kill again. He killed, he murdered my...he killed again. One thought, one obsession. Even in the dim evening light, he saw the man crouched in the brush next to the house. He saw the burst of flame from the high caliber rifle, and he saw the spattering of blood as the bullet ripped its way through the young heart of his friend. Little Wendy, such a bright girl, she had spotted him. His shadowy figure in the darkness was enough to give her pause for a few seconds.

Daedalus saw him kill. He also saw young Peter kill to avenge his friend, he saw the others as good as dead, he saw so much. Finally, when the men had gone and the young one was lying alone Daedalus approached. His old friend was not dead he was happy to see. Daedalus picked up the young man and spread his leathery wings. As he looked up he saw a figure lurking in the woods.

"Take care of your uncle Nicholas. He needs you now more than ever my son" Daedalus flew towards the setting sun, silhouetted like a demon from hell.

Nicholas backed into the woods, all the while his eyes on his father. 'Watch his uncle', did Daedalus think him compassionate and weak like himself or his uncle?

They attacked my Uncle, attacked Icarus!

They attacked my Brother, attacked Icarus!

They almost killed Ozymandius...