Prologue

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A newborn baby opens her eyes for the first time ever. She's astonished at the world around her. A magical place, so full of beauty. Suddenly the baby starts crying. An man about the age of thirty with an evil villain type moustache obscures her vision of this fantastic place. He picks her up and grins a wicked smile. "You'll do just fine for the queen. And, maybe, just maybe, even myself"

A rustling sound came from behind the man. He turned around to find the mother of the baby awake. "What are you doing? No! Don't take my child away!" She shrieked, sobbing, "No! Please, Vermon! We had a deal!"

"Yes, well, think of this as a valuable lesson. Never trust the dead. Now, tata." Vermon said, slowly fading out of the scene. The last to fade away was his wicked grin.

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