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Prologue
In the year 1342 H.E.
It was a dark, frosty night and the moon was new. Not a star lit up the ebony like sky. Leaves scattered aimlessly around were lifted in the gale like winds while. Weeping was the sky as though for a lost comrade though it has only lost the trees.
Although the night was freezing, on a dimly colored icy rock, in the middle of the storm, alone sat a boy no older than ten. He had Charcoal for hair. Anyone who did not know him would think he was asleep, but anyone who knew him well would be able to tell he was deep in meditation.
Suddenly, a man appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Looking carefully at the young boy he recognized him immediately. Having known the boy the boy's whole life, he would be very foolish of him not to recognize the boy. Protectively the man sat down next to the Boy. He knew there was no plausible way of retrieving the boy from deep inside himself without hurting the boy in question. So he sat down in wait, waiting for the boy to come out of himself.
Half an hour later the young boy was finally coming out of his trance. Quickly he spotted a man next to him. He would recognize the man's cheerful Hazel eyes and shaggy blonde Hair anywhere. It was his uncle Charles. He wondered how long he had been standing there watching him. However he was abruptly brought out of his thoughts.
"Morncry, we must be getting back to the castle. Your father would murder me if anything happened to you" Charles stated. He was being serious. Easily you could tell this by his eyes. Though still cheerful and caring his eyes were also firm.
"huh? Oh, right. Coming," Morncry answered. You could tell by his tone of voice and his dreaming blue eyes that his head was in the clouds.
The ride back to the castle was silent. Morncry had stabled his horse outside a nearby inn and paid the innkeeper before meditating. He had come at seven in the evening, while the sun was setting, and wondered what the time now was.
As he arrived in his room he heard the clock tower, the bell ringing. Eleven? I was meditating for a while, he thought. He never meditated in the streets of Corus for that long. If he wanted to meditate that long he usually stayed within the palace grounds.
As he changed and went to bed he thought about the life he would shortly be starting. A life full of fighting, wars and death. Why? He questioned himself. Because of that stupid curse. As he continued to rant in his mind. As he continued ranting in his mind he fell asleep, Dreaming about the past the present and the future. It was as if time had played itself before his eyes in the span of a night though it had not. If it had he would have been prepared for what was to come.
