Prologue

At a time very recent before the start of our story, Leonardo draws what almost appears to be drawing what appears to be different shapes that have many edges that aren't so straight. He draws these in his very prized notebook he had constructed out of a bland yard of leather he purchased from a simple merchant. He is accompanied with the great Verrocchio.

Leonardo: (as he draws) You know Verrocchio, there is much more to this planet than we may know.

Verrocchio: Of course there is you stump! Walk on over north of Florence, and north of Italy. You'll find quite the crowd up there!

Leonardo: Trust me, I have before and they are indeed quite the people but that is not what I suggested!(takes eyes away from notebook and points the drawn page out to Andrea) This is what I speak of, far past the seas that we see, the horizon our sun falls under, there is more. There are others who are at the other end of this ocean that see a different horizon, that actually isn't that much different.

Verrocchio: Son, you lost me after trust me. But after comical sides, what you propose doesn't seem to unrealistic.

Leonardo: The Book of Leaves resides over seas on another land, that I can tell you my good sir.

Verrocchio: Do as you wish, believe as you desire. The sea is a place of great depths and lengths. Maybe you are correct about a civilization that looks blankly at us from a far, but the travel may be one of only a man who has no future for himself. My boy, you are young, you still have many years ahead of you. I beg of you not to shorting them anymore than you have, I can't tell you how many times I have seen you as close to death in the past few weeks than I have seen in all the years I have been teaching you. (puts hand on Leo's shoulder as he leaves the room)

Leonardo: The man has a wonderful sight of the world around us, almost as great as his art. Maybe if I had the right mindset, I may be the same man. (continues with notebook)