The Exiled

Prologe

        It was midnight and pitch black. There was a bed of mist over the streets. With the fog on the street lights you can't see a thing. Not a light was on in the small connected houses down the sides of the streets.

        Two hooded figures were slowly floating a couple feet off the ground. At every single house they would both float throw the walls as if they were searching for something. Someone.

     One of the figures stood over a baby carriage starring closely at the baby girl as if it was scanning the child. The figure, who seemed to be male, said in a low raspy whisper
"There is magic. Take her."
The other figure brushed it's cape over the baby and the little baby girl disappeared.

     This process continue for hours. The figure, who seemed to be female, said in a higher voice but still a whisper
"It is almost day brake we must go back to Czarton."
"One more house." The male figure replied
"No we will be seen by the humans"
"There is something in this house. I can feel it and as Collectors we must try to find all of the magic humans on earth and take them to Czarton. So I'm going in for the kid"
The male figure roamed around the house looking for the child. Then he felt something drawing him to a room.
Went he entered the room the was a bed with a little boy about four years old tucked in. He took one look and was confirmed that the boy was magic. He brushed he's cape over the boy and the child was gone.