Dean wasn't expecting to get arrested in 1522, he had time traveled before but not this far back. He, Kristina, and his son were sent back in time because of a scroll that was stashed away inside the bunker for years. When Kristina and Dean awoke and discovered that the king's guards surrounded them ready for a fight. Sadly, he and his sister-in-law lost and were now standing in front of the king. Henry stared at them for a while then looked around the room noticing that Ezra was nowhere in sight. The chains rattled together as Dean was ready to take on the sorry son of a bitch. Kristina was giving the king a hard glare something that he'd only seen once in a while and when she got mad, it wasn't pretty.

"Where is the kid?" Henry asked looking between his soldiers then looking at Kristina and Dean. "I'm sure that you didn't just stumble across these two."

"The kid got away, he defeated some of our best soldiers."

"That's my boy!" Dean said with a smirk.

"Silence!" Henry yelled and turned back to Dean and Kristina. "Where is he?"

"We don't know your highness," Kristina said with a touch of bitterness. "But I'm sure that my nephew is safe."

"And I'm sure he'll beat your sorry ass once he finds out you've taken us." Dean said snarkily. Angry, Henry got up and punched Dean in the face. Dean stumbled as the guards caught him. Dean wanted desperately to attack the king but he couldn't do it since he was bound.

"Take these two to the dungeons," Henry said. "We'll deal with them later, oh and guard, have my best questioner ready, one way or the other they'll tell me exactly where that kid is."

"Yes, sir." the guard said and dragged Kristina and Dean away from the throne room. A few moments later, they were in the dungeons, Kristina and Dean were fighting trying to break loose but the guard had a tight grip on them.

"You fugly son of a bitch let us go!" Dean yelled but the guard simply ignored him and dragged them inside where he removed the chains from both and quickly walked out of the cell and locking it in place.

"Orders are to make sure that you stay here. I'm sure the king will let you go at some point." the guard walked away while Dean called the guard every single name in the book.

"Great!" Kristina complained. "So not only are we stuck in 1522, we're wearing uncomfortable clothing and dirty but now we're trapped in a dungeon waiting for whatever that king has in store for us. Now I really wish we were home so I can take a shower!"

"Oh, come on it's not that bad." Dean said turning his attention away from the retreating guard. "At least you aren't covered in mud again." Kristina glared daggers at Dean who inevitably went silent. Dean sat down on the bench in the cell and leaned his head back. 

***

Henry was so close to getting the kid and yet somehow that kid escaped his grasp and defeated his best soldiers. He didn't think that the kid was bold enough to fight back, most kids during the time tried to avoid fighting which is what made the kingdom so great and his rule so strong. But if there were people out there who just so fought back and resist his rule then that was something he needed to deal with. Remembering that he had his own sorcerer, he walked away from the throne room and started making his way up a long flight of marble stairs until eventually he arrived at the top of the stairs and knocked on the door. He waited patiently before the sorcerer opened the door.

"Taramis," Henry said. "I need to talk to you."

"You want to know about the kid?" Taramis, a tall man with graying hair and green eyes, stood before the king in his blue cloak. The staff of a sorcerer stood tall next to Taramis.

"I want to know what kind of person is powerful enough to take me down," Henry said. "I want to know more about this kid's powers and what he possesses."

"Come in," Taramis said, Henry stepped into the sorcerer's tower a book lay open on a table to a page about transformations. "I don't know how much I can tell you about this kid and his powers, but I can tell you he's stronger than we think, part of a prophecy written eons ago," Taramis held out his hand and a book flew from the shelf, the sorcerer caught it with ease and sat it down on the table. "It talks about a power gifted to the ones who are chosen, with this power, anyone who possesses it will speak to the angels and will be selected during a time of great distress to combat against the forces of evil," Taramis continued. "Few have possessed this power, but depending on how it's used, it will either destroy the world, or save it from absolute obliteration." Henry looked at Taramis curiously.

"How would it work?" Henry asked. "I mean, could anyone possess this power?"

"If done correctly," Taramis said. and opened the book to a dog-eared page. "The powers can be transferred from one person to the next."

"By?"

"Magic," Taramis responded. "Only a sorcerer as powerful as the chosen can remove them and transfer them to a different person, but it is dangerous you'd have to get close enough before I can transfer the powers."

"So your saying, that if I lure the kid to the castle and challenge him in a duel, you'd be able to give me his powers?"

"Yes, however, one small thing can sever that connection, and with the connection destroyed, the powers return to its rightful owner."

"Taramis," Henry said an evil smile appearing on his face. "It looks like we've got some work to do."

"Sire, I would really like to caution you on this," Taramis warned. "Even if I could, you wouldn't be able to control his powers."

"It doesn't matter, if this kid is as powerful as that stupid prophecy suggests, then I want that power!"