September 5th 1913
One of the many rusty street lights flickered as a middle aged man stepped into view flanked by seven children. They spent a few minutes whispering before a shrill scream sounded through the air. Suddenly, they dispersed and raced down the street.
Every night for the next month, they met in the same place, same time, every night. Then one day that all changed. They had all arrived, when a police car sped down the road towards them. All of the children yanked swords out of their belts and tiptoed into the shadows, waiting for their master to call them when they were needed, and leaving the man alone in the middle of the street. The police officers clambered out of the car, armed with guns, and started to shoot at him. But every bullet aimed at him bounced straight off and fell to the worn tarmac below. With that the police officers jumped back in the car, scared out of their skins, and drove off.
Thousands of miles away, a fortune teller predicted that in exactly 100 years, a battle would take place, changing the lives of nine normal children and fifteen magical children, which would determine the fate of the world and test their friendships to the limit.