Prologue
A figure runs across a rooftop holding two smaller figures hands a bundle in one of the children's arms. A flash of yellow lands next to the three shattering roof tiles sending the pieces in all directions. "Lavi, Alma run away I'll hold these guys off just run and lavi keep your cousin safe," the older man said drawing a wand from his sleeve and sends a ball of light at their pursuers illuminating their distorted faces that sent chills down the children's spines. Lavi nods running away from his grandfather without hesitation, Alma following closely behind him his eyes scanning the area, Lavi glances down at the baby in his arms before looking ahead.