Prologue


"You know we're not supposed to talk to mundanes." The rather short boy dressed in all black except a hoodie with purple patches looked over his shoulder at the character behind him.

 "Yes, I know." the other replied. "But I couldn't help it. . . He just doesn't seem normal. . ." the one in all black sighed. "I have a feeling this isn't the last we'll see of him . . ."

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