"A terrible fate has fallen upon Timothy Turner, Master," said a voice.
"What do you mean?" said another voice.
"Jeremy...what do you mean?"
As Jeremy, about 20 years old with dark green hair and eyes, was about to speak, when the doors slammed open. A beautiful girl, about eighteen years old with licorice red hair and green eyes that seem to glow, came running in.
"What is it Abby?" said the voice.
"Master...," she said out of breathe.
"Timmy and his parent have been injured...," Jeremy said.
"WHAT?" their master yelled surprising them.
"Timmy's fine, just some minor injuries, but his father is in a coma and his mother died" Abby said.
Their master walked over to his chair and sat down in his chair.
"How did this happen?" he said, almost breaking down.
Jeremy and Abby looked at each other.
Then Jeremy said, "Someone was trying to assassinate Timmy's father."
Their master's eyes started to water.
"Master..." they said worried about him.
"Leave...I want to be alone right now" he said softly.
They looked at each other, then said, "Yes, Master."
Abby left first and Jeremy closed the door behind them.
Alone in his office he started murmuring things to himself.
"Why? Why this? He will lonely and may fall in to darkness if his father doesn't wake up." he murmured. "Maybe I should return...I've been gone so long they probably think I'm dead..."
Flashback (The Master's Memories)
A beautiful nurse, about 25 with white hair and icy blue eyes, was taking care of the newly born babies. She walked over to a baby boy named Timothy Turner. Then a handsome man, about 29 with black hair and sapphire eyes, came in and went to where the nurse was.
"Tony..." said the woman.
"What is it, my dear?" said Tony.
"This boy, Timothy Turner, he possesses great powers," said the woman.
"I see...is that all, Mary?" said Tony.
"No, that is not all, my lord," she said softy, "It seems he is destined to live a life of loneliness and fall in to the darkness..."
"I promise that I will not allow him to fall into darkness. No matter what it takes" said Tony.
"Tony..." she said softly.
"What is it, dear?" he said.
"Be careful. There will people who will try to stop you..." she said worriedly.
"What do you mean, dear?" he said, a little worried.
"I don't know, but I have a feeling something terrible will happen," she said, scared by her own words.
Tears started rolling down his face. Then his windows flew open and a young girl, about 18 years old with light brown hair and hazel eyes, came flying in.
"Father...you are sad. Why?" she asked.
"It is nothing, my dear daughter," he said as he wiped a way the tears.
"What stories have you come to share with me tonight, Jenny?" he asked.
"I'm only going to tell stories if you tell me what happened," she demanded.
"Okay, ok," he sighed.
She sits on her father's lap and tells her father about the adventures she had.
"I went to Paris, Tokyo, California, etc. I made a lot of new friends," she said.
"That's good," he said.
"I met a boy named Timmy Turner," she said.
"Timmy Turner?" he asked.
"Yes! Actually his name is Timothy," she said.
"Can I request something of you?" he ask.
"Of course, Father," she said.
"Will you stay by Timmy's side for me?" he said.
"Why?" she said confused.
"Because before your mother died, she told Timmy was destined to be lonely and fall in to darkness. I promised I would keep him from falling into darkness. His mother's died and his father's in a coma. So will you do it for me?" he said.
"Of course, Father," she said with sad smile, "Is this why you were sad?"
"Yes," he said softly and kissed her forehead, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," she said and continued her story.