The year was 1892, the month was early summer June, where the strong sun covered the flowery fields of the estate. These lands did not belong to pompous lords interested in politics, let alone gentlemen whose greatest concern of their day is the luxuries of their halls, no. That land belonged to the simple and humble.

For years, just four years ago, everyone's life had changed. Before the three villages that were neighbors were on the verge of bankruptcy, there was no food, no money, the land was so rotten that there was no way to plant anything. The old lords had abandoned their posts, being moved to another post by the crown, and their servants and inhabitants had been forgotten.

It was then that in the middle of the night the lights of the house that was beyond a forest surrounded by nothing but miles of rotting weeds lit up, and then everything changed.

A new lord had been assigned to those fields, a new lord who would not let them down, the Michaelis.

Lord Michaelis, or Sebastian as he insisted on calling, them had come together with a series of strange servants and a child with him, he met the few inhabitants they had in the three main villages and with a conviction few had ever seen, the days would change.

And as it was right, within a few months the three villages began to thrive. The previously infertile land began to bear fruit and the fields covered with weeds became flowery fields. They were miles and miles of flowers, of all kinds.

One year later, the three villages together exported flowers and fruit to the whole of Europe, being considered one of the most profitable forms of profit of the crown. Lord Michaelis had a business vision above all else, and he always seemed excited about expanding.

The population of the villages grew, of course, all attracted by wealth and abundance, but there were those, now called leaders, who knew who had done all that, who was responsible for that success.

These names were never forgotten, and they had Lord Michaelis in high esteem, and they owed their lives to him. In return, Lord Michaelis asked only one thing. First, loyalty above all, and second, protection of him and his family.

His family in the case was the young Ian Michaelis, the boy was unlike anything they were accustomed to. When he arrived in the village he was too small, too thin, he looked sick. He seemed to be dead. He was scarcely present at the meetings, he had a constant scowl.

Today, the young Michaelis was an energetic 17-year-old boy riding the estate along with young master Finnian (of Lord Michaelis' trustworthy masters). There was nothing in the boy that reminded him of the boy who came to the village.

The eye slap he had worn before had been forgotten, now his heterochromatic eyes could be seen by all. His lined hair was no longer present, but his clothes were minimally polished, today the boy was seen in riding boots, some pants, a white shirt and a vest, almost every day. Not to mention the non-rare occasions where the summer heat took hold of him and it was possible to see him riding to the nearest waterfall wearing nothing but shorts and a poorly buttoned shirt.

Of course, he took Lord Michaelis to madness, since it was already known to all that the boy suffered from asthma, so it was not unusual to see the workers themselves running after the boy trying to get him to put on a coat, or to put on his boots. Crises usually happened after the harvest when pollen from the flowers was in the air and flowed through the window of his room, but nothing the experienced Lord Michaelis could not stop.

It was a good life, the lands were more productive than ever, the new lord was a young and good home, the village masters were kind and understanding, Master Finnian was immensely generous, Master Mey-rin was cunning and Master Baldroy was a force to be contained. Together they were the masters who commanded the villages of Lord Michaelis.

They lived in the house together with the young Ian and with Master Snake, who took care of the security of the family.

This was the beautiful situation of the newly renamed Villa of Finny, Villa and Mey and Villa de Bal. Where Lord Michaelis and his beloved protege took care of everything.

Until one day, a carriage with an unknown coat of arms reached the village.