Simon Snow and the Mage's Heir
Prologue
It was a cold night in Lancashire, the air was crisp, and the moon was red and full in the star littered dark blue sky. It was quiet, the streets were empty, all of the shops were closed, and the sidewalks were empty, except for one man. The man was tall and he was wearing a long tan trench coat and a black fedora pulled down so that it obscured his facial features. He was cradling a small bundle in his arms. The man walked swiftly and quietly through the night.
A few minutes later, the man stopped in front of a building. It had three-stories and was made from red bricks and it had a small courtyard. The sign above the doors said:
ST. Sebastian Orphanage est. 1889.
The man walked up to the front door and laid the bundle on the bottom step. He took a folded piece of paper out of his coat pocket and sat it on top of the bundle. He knocked on the door and then vanished in a puff of pink smoke.
The door to the orphanage opened and a woman stepped out onto the top step, soft light spilled out behind her. The woman looked around for the person who knocked, but saw no one. She heard a soft cry coming from the bundle on the bottom step. She gently scooped it up and pulled back the cloth and saw two small round cerulean blue eyes staring up at her from a pale little face. It was a baby, with hay colored hair and a small mouth that smiled at the woman.
The woman picked up and unfolded the piece of paper. It said:
Hello. This is Simon. Simon Oliver Snow. Please take good care of him. Thank you.
"Simon." She whispered to the baby. "Your name is Simon." She took the little boy inside and closed the door. Across the street, the man in the trench coat watched the whole scene, then he disappeared for good this time.