**Seven Years Ago**
Morganthe strolled through the quiet city in the world of the Broken Shores. She and her Umbra Legion had finally taken control of the last great stronghold in the world, and the capital city was theirs. The city had been almost completely abandoned in the conquest, but that was a minor detail. She could now unlock the Shadow Magic stored in this world.
"Guards," she said, generating a response from her minions, "make sure nobody enters through these doors once I close them. Understood?" The clattering and clacking from the Goliaths must have meant a positive response. Who in their right mind bothered to learn Goliath anymore?
She strolled into the Servasium in the Palace as if she owned the place. Well, technically, she did now. All around her, she could feel the immense knowledge that vibrated from the books in the Servasium, where the Narolytes, high scholars of magic, stored their learning.
This is where I can gain NEW knowledge, she thought.
A sudden noise snapped her out of her world. Morganthe's staff flared with a light. "Who's there?!" She demanded of the darkness. The only response was a small sniffle. Like someone hadn't blown their nose.
Morganthe walked towards the sound. The Servasium acted almost as a concert hall, amplifying the sound. Strolling through the darkness, her pet spiders at her side, she soon found the source of the noise and picked it up. For the first time in a years, she felt a connection with the thing she now held in her hands, and she couldn't believe she was about to take it back to Khrysalis with her.
The source of the noise, had been a crying three year old boy with brown hair and blue eyes.