Prolouge

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A cold wind blew outside down the street, pushing snowbanks up against the houses and blocking up their doors.

One such house had two very special men inside of it, the former President, Morgan Freeman, and a man by the name of Rayne Blintze.

Both men were well into their 80's, had greying hair, and oh so wrinkly faces.

"Well, looks like we got snowed in. Again." Rayne, or Ray said.

Freeman nodded "Say, did I ever tell you about when I first found out about you supernaturals?" he asked.

Ray shook his head "No, at least I don't remember if you did."

Freeman grinned "Well then, we've got a while before I'll be able to leave, so why don't I tell you." he said.

"Sure." Ray said, hobbling over to the couch and plopping down on it.

Freeman took a seat across from him and cleared his throat. "During the time I was President I launched a full investigation into supernaturals, and came up with more than a few cases involving our friend Qindeo. I managed to trace him all the way back to where he escaped from, and this is what I found..."

The Life & Times of Qindeo GreybeckWhere stories live. Discover now