Year 1834
A gusty wind blew across the land of Mythweald, picking up dried leaves from the ground to rise and fall down with the same velocity before it was blown further South where Myhweald was situated. In the mansion of Norman who was given the responsibility to look after the lands of South, a young man with black hair and grey eyes walked through the corridors which had been secured with guards at every interval and space.
His physique was tall with broad shoulders and his grey eyes dull, not bothering to look at the guards as he passed them he made his way outside the mansion. Walking to the garden, he saw his family who were seated under the wide umbrella which was placed above the table.
