~Far Past~Sixteen Years Back~
The sun shone brightly on the day of Demetrius Lysander's birth. He lay quietly in his cradle while his mother recovered in another room from birthgiving.
Suddenly, a dark light appeared, and out of it stepped the beautiful Witch Princess.
"Little Demetrius, all alone and helpless." The Witch Princess scoffed. She put her hand over him. "Now, listen close, on the morn of your sixteenth birthday, you will wake up feeling… not quite yourself. That, my little fiend, is because you will have the head and legs of a horse! The best part is, nobody knows this, and you'll probably forget this by the time I'm gone!"
A black light encased Demetrius, and vanished along with the Witch Princess, her laughter echoing in the room.