Prologue

Ash floated through the air and fires slowly died bringing their golden glow with them. Piles of rubble hid the thousands of bodies that lay on the blood soaked ground. It had been a massacre, a genocide. Mundanes, as the magic people had called them after the word muggle became something derogatory, ambled around with their guns slung over their shoulders and their faces streaked with soot. The young soldier kicked a rock over to reveal a little doll clutched within a little hand.

He gulped and dug out the young girl. Tears filled his eyes when he discovered that what they had destroyed wasn't a terrorist organization but a community that wasn't all that different from their own.

Across the continent the secret bases that had been bombed weren't that at all but homes and communities. At one such base only a few adult bodies were found, instead the entire hidden castle was filled with dead children. The castle in Scotland wasn't home to a terrorist threat but to little children. The government decided with heavy hearts to learn of the world they had destroyed and vowed to never do it again.