Title: The Dark Knight
Prologue
Robert Fraser, a young twenty-four years old adult was walking into the wood on this summer day into Central Park, New York. He was deep into the park and all the noise he was hearing was the songs from the birds into the trees and the waterfall from the little spring that was gently flowing.
It was his sanctuary where he was able to relax from the stress of the life into this town that was too much palpable for his liking after what had happened on September 11th.
Robert had lost his job because he had been too violent. The young man was a secret agent for CIA but for the moment, he didn't care about it because Robert knew that he was able to get another job at will with all the knowledge he had learned during his training into their complex.
For the moment, the young man was enjoying the peaceful ambiance into the park with delight. He had walked to his favourite place and sat there, closing his eyes, leaning against a tree trunk.
It was the way he had to escape this cruel reality, having lived during his whole childhood on a farm with his parents, having spent a great part of his time into the woods.
Robert sighed with delight. He was plunged into his memory about his childhood, seeing him running through the trees and swimming into the lake with his two friends. A smile was on his smile. It was so good to remember this time of innocence when there was no violence and no death, no guns and no terrorist menace.
It was now as if it was coming from another world that had faded to be replaced by this disgusting one as a profanation for the peaceful one into which one he had grown up.
To know that there was still peace into some places into this cruel industrial world was what was keeping Robert alive. It was giving to him hope for living into a peaceful world once again one day.
His hands were laying on his knees. The young adult was relaxing as he was listening to the natural sounds that had missing his life for such a long time.
Robert had found the perfect peaceful place where his weapons that he was still carrying with him were useless because he was searching for an escaping place after all this horror and terror that he had seen two months ago.
The young man felt good into this beautiful environment and he was alone because nobody understood his passion for the nature.
The whole population was considering him almost as an alien but he didn't care about it either. The only thing that was matter for Robert was his own self-being and it was just perfect into this selfish society that had became the modern world.
Robert stayed here, being so comfortable into the warmth environment of Central Park that he fell asleep. He dreamed that the world was peaceful everywhere and that it was a place where the child of tomorrow could live without the menace of instantaneous death from a terrorist attack or from an unknown force that would have chosen a country as their target for another war.
Robert had spent the whole day into the park and now, the night had fallen on the town. Everybody had returned to their apartment because the streets were not secure at night. This time of the day was for thieves, mafia and street gangs that were making the police forces active as usual by damaging shops, creating troubles, robbing banks and convenience stores at will.
But Robert was unaware of it, being surrounded by only the nature and the only thing that could be heard from him was his deep snores as if he was cut from the rest of the world, having drowned himself into the dream world.
There were some few rare people that were walking close to the park but no one dared to enter within it because there was a legend linked to the deep area of Central Park.
This one was that there was an ancient mysterious magic into a tree and that if someone was leaning against its trunk at night time, he would have his deepest wish coming true at midnight.
Nobody knew if this legend was real or not and unfortunately for Robert, he was leaning against this famous tree. When the bell from a far church rang twelve times to announce midnight, the moon had enlightened the tree and its trunk was glowing with the moonlight on its surface but when the natural satellite returned into the dark clouds of the night and that the light had faded from the tree trunk, Robert had vanished, his deepest wish having been realized.