An owl hooted in the night. A window creaked open; a rustle of feathers was heard. Paper crinkled and was then set in flames. A cloak swished, followed by a near silent pop, and a sixteen year old boy disappeared.
Simultaneously, in a large, opulent castle on the plains of Scotland, a rather old man sat in the highest room in the highest tower with a red bird. An alarm sounded, the man shouted, and the bird burst into flames.
In a dark alleyway in London proper a young woman waited. She had clear blue eyes and deep black hair and she was wearing a black cloak. She looked up at the clock tower and when the clock struck midnight she melted into the shadows and vanished.
Deep in the dungeons of the opulent castle sat an ill tempered middle aged man. He had dark greasy hair and ice cold eyes. He also wore a black cloak. He was in the middle of cutting up what looked like a cross between a root and a baby when a sudden pain in his arm stopped him. He dropped his knife, grasped his arm, and disappeared with an extremely loud crack.
Elsewhere, there was a young man standing outside of a large manor house leaning against a tree. He was watching the sky. A rather odd thing to do since it was cloudy enough not to be able to see the stars but not enough to threaten rain. A light came on in the manor behind him. He looked back over his shoulder at the manor and then vanished silently almost as if the earth had swallowed him up.
In a dark, musty house in London the fireplace flared, and dozens of confused and irritated people came out. The old man from the castle tower was waiting for them and they quickly adjourned to a moderate sized room behind a filthy door.
Outside of a small village, a blond woman sat on a stone fence. She was singing silently to herself and had a bag by her feet. Suddenly she stuck out her hand and a large purple bus appeared. She boarded the bus handed the conductor a piece of paper with a few coins and sat on one of the rather beat up looking beds. The bus disappeared with a load crack.
All of these seemingly unrelated events are not unrelated, and they are the start of the biggest change England has ever seen. The Courts have awaken. Now it is time for their skills to be tested.
AN: So this is just the prolouge and the start to a wonderful idea that hit me at 2:00 in the morning the day before my Finals. So naturally I decided to write it down. Please review. I'm not sure about any pairings yet, I'd rather let them develop on thier own and not force them because that never works. Oh...and first reviewer to accuratly guess all of the characters below gets a chapter dedicated to them...of course the majority of them are throw aways. Till Next Lime. ~Liz