Prolouge
"He's so beautiful." Sarah sighed. The baby elf in her arms slept soundly. King
Henry, standing over his newborn child nodded his head fondly.
"He will be a good king." He said, stroking his beard thoughtfully. The little boy stirred, raising his arms in a huge stretch, his fingertips brushed against his father's course beard hair. "Let us name him Scren, Sarah."
"Yes that fits." She replied. A heartbeat later the room went dark. Five slim figures dressed in black cloaks and pointed hats swept into the room. With ninja quickness they struck King Henry on the head. He crumpled instantly to the ground. They chuckled darkly as they grabbed little Scren from his mother's arms. Sarah's screaming sobs echoed into the night as the mysterious travelers vanished, taking the future elf prince with them.