A/N: Hey there this is LoveOXOLuna or Luna for short. I finally decided on a story I wanted to write after much debating. I have a couple other stories that I want to write but knew that I should probably post them one of a time because I don't want to be one of those writers that update once a month because I have to much to write at once. I will most llikely update once a week in case you were wondering.

Prologue

In the capital of spades there was a crowd forming around a man shouting. Telling them to come listen to a story that he had to tell. When he felt that he had enough listeners he smiled and begin to speak.

"I am grateful that you are willing to listen to a fool like me. For I have a tale to tell. But it is not just a tale but rather a legend that has yet to come true. So listen closely so that you may not make a mistake and choose the wrong side when this story begins in real life."

He paused for dramatic affect. "A horrible king will rule these lands and cause great strife. His queen will abandon him and join a rebellion against her former husband. A war will begin and the King may win. But remember this advice that I give for it could save you all. A king is as strong as his people. Without his people he is just a man. Follow the right one and you may be able to save this land."

Everyone gave him strange looks. Was he serious? He must be crazy because the clocks choose who rules over them. The clocks have never chose a terrible ruler before. It was impossible for that to happen.

"Now I know what you're thinking." He said to the crowd who gave disbelieving looks. "But the clocks can be tricked. Dark magic is a very powerful thing when one knows how to use it properly. So fallow the one with a pure heart, he shall be the one to save you all from a never ending darkness."

And with that he vanished into a cloud of smoke. They started to talk about what just happened when they got over their initial shock. Some people scoffed and went about their business while others began to spread rumors. But only one believed that the legend was true.

He was a young boy at the age of six. He had wheat colored hair with one peice sticking up and sky blue eyes that were filled with determination and hope. And his name was Alfred F. Jones. Your resident hero.

A/N: I apologize for any errors. I am doing this on my tablet and it doesn't seem to like me. I hope you enjoyed.

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I don't own Hetalia.