Inside a near pitch black training hall, a certain boy was creeping his way forward towards a door. He stood just outside the entrance, then he stuck his head through the door and peeked into the room, looking around to see if anyone could spot him. And just hovering above him was something that looked like a miniature bull, a little larger than a human's fist. Although this one also had tiny wings and two large fangs on the front of his face.
"Did you spot anyone Ham?" The kid asked.
"No, but are you really sure we should be doing this, you could get kicked out of the family?" The little flying bull replied, fluttering around in the air.
"As if that could ever happen. My dad's one of the thirteen family leaders, and I'm the one that's going to be his successor." The boy then walked into the large hall with Ham following in the air closely behind him.
