Trunks look at his father in surprise. He would throw his life away just to get his enemy. In a moment he was struck with fear, but he refused to show it. He nodded for he knew if he spoke his voice would tremble in fear.

His father nodded in satisfaction and pulled his grip from Trunks arm. Immediately, Trunks grabbed the arm his father held. Even when his father pulled his hands away he still felt the pressure on his arm, he rubbed it to relieve it.

Trunks cleared his voice and replied shakily. "So, how is it that you are going to fool the Queen?"

His father smiled evilly and turned around. "Ah son, how happy I am that you asked."

Trunks walked a few steps away, "First I will butter that oversized dough with sweet words. I will not make it obvious I want something. The house of our enemies will be on fire in let's say---"

His father stopped, took out his pocket watch and smiled. "Right now, and by tomorrow everyone in town will now. Then I shall be talking to the Queen and bring up the house. The Queen or the advisor will hopefully have some compassion and suggest they stay at the palace. Then as you heard an assassin will be placed among the staff and strike the Refearick, killing him."

Trunks stared at his father. How could one man be as cruel as this one was? Trunks watch as his father's mouth was curved in a disgusting satisfied smile. Then again he didn't feel much remorse for the family that would perish. What did they to his family was unthinkable, beyond reason.

As far as Trunks was concerned they deserved it. He turned to his brother who had spoken up.

"What about the descendents of the venom?"

His father turned around, he hadn't thought of that. He simply shrugged. "That is not my care. They aren't my generations. I believe generation should fight their own generations."

"You expect us to kill them?!" Trunks shouted in disbelief. He shook his head in disbelief. "But they haven't done anything to us, father!" He exclaimed, sure his father had a little bit of common sense.

The man chuckled, "My son, our enemies will always hurt us. Tis better if you get rid of them and finally be gone with the evil among London."

Trunks shrugged. "Father, until they have done anything harmful to us, I keep my hands clean of their blood."

Pan smiled as her brother started nestling onto her neck, getting comfortable to go to sleep. She kissed his cheeks once again and started heading toward his bedchamber when the scent of smoke rushed to her nose.

She sniffed the air it smelt burnt. She stood in shock as the smell became stronger, heavier. Pan started coughing from all the smoke she was breathing in.
She then heard several distant voices from the hallway, by now the baby had awakened and was crying. Her eyes were starting to burn from the smoke; she hurried to the door and swung it open. The hallway was on fire, at least one side of it was.

She shrieked in surprise. What was she to do now? Her home was burning! She didn't even know how to help. To see the fire, in the home she always been in was a shock. Though there were bad memories; this-this-this was her home.

'How in the world is the house on fire?' She thought frantically. Pan hugged her little brother tighter, she couldn't let him be expose to this. How in the world could she get out? To die, at such an age? Her little brother, he had to live! She turned to one side of the hall way to see a man servant approaching her.

'Maybe, just maybe Patrick and I can survive this.'

"M'am! You need to exit the main house now."

"Why? What's going on?! I demand to know!" Pan yelled at the boy. She had to get out, and here she was yelling at the poor boy that probably didn't know anymore than her! "Ahh, never mind. We have to escape, do you know a route?"

"I do not know why the house is on fire, all of the staff and members on the household has evacuate. Yes I do know a route to get out. Please, come with me, I know a short cut."

Pan nodded, she was in no situation not to accept the invitation. She ran after the servant with her brother wailing, crying out because he didn't know what was going on. She tried to calm him down by running her hand at the back of his head but it only seemed it made matters worse.

Finally she saw the boy stop in the middle of the hallway. 'Damn!'
The other side of the hallway was also now on fire. She stomped her foot but saw the boy looking glad.

"Why are you happy? We're stuck!"

"M'am I am joyous because the fire didn't reach this spot yet. Please follow me."

Pan watched as he kicked the wall, the wall swung opened like a door to reveal a dark hallway.

She stared in shock. A mere servant boy knew more of her house then she did?

"Well this is embarrassing..." She muttered.

She stepped inside darkness. "Excuse me, where is your presence? I cannot see you..."

She felt someone touch her arm, she jerked free, surprised.

"Is that you?" Pan asking, her heart beating fast.

"Ma'm it's me. Just run straight forward."

Pan nodded in the dark, she would go to the lake and get herself a fresh pitch of water. She ran in the dark, going as fast as she could. She couldn't waste time, she had to survive, Patrick had to survive; not knowing what other direction to go too, and she just ran. Finally she saw a sparkle of light.

She caught her breath this could be it. She ran a bit faster and finally and stopped at a stop...where was the light?

Now was she to do? Patrick wouldn't stop crying. She took Patrick and starting humming a song, while looking around for the light.

"Come on, please, shh...." Pan soothed, it seemed to work. She started looking around, where was that servant?

Someone was tapping her shoulder.

"Ah!" She screamed in surprise, one again startling Patrick; turned around, the servant was there standing pointing up.

"You have to go up."

Pan looked up and then at him. "What about Patrick?"

"Fasten him in your dress and carefully climb up..."

Pan eyes widen. "What?! What if I fall? Then what! Can't you come up wi--"

She saw the light started to fade away.

"Fine! I'll go...be careful"

Pan looked up and then at the boy. She pulled the front of her dress and struggled to put the boy into her dress.

She found a ladder at the side, climbing up; her heartbeat racing as she reached the top. The light started getting clearer Patrick was becoming quiet

'Yes! Almost there!!'

She put the hand at the top and pulled her self out. Finally, she stuck her head out. She climbed on the land suddenly she heard an explosion. Her legs felt burned and hot. She looked down to see the fire engulf the whole dark passageway she had just came from

Pan's felt tears well up, the boy had risked his life to try and save her and Patrick. Ignoring the burning pain. Finally she was out of the...well.

"A well, who would have thought?"

Pan quickly took Patrick out of her dress; he was still breathing but was crying hysterically.

Pan pulled the baby closer to her and started crying. Crying for the boy who risked her life for her and her brother. A boy whose name she did not know