The cry of the baby had woken up the members of the household in the middle of the night.
Five maids, a butler, the nanny, the mother and the father all came running to the room right away, to see, what had woken up the small child.
Outside, a faint wind was blowing and the stars were shining down from a quiet clear sky.
The high houses of the city builded another line of light in the distance, but that was it.
Inside the room, the light had been turned on and the mother had picked up her child.
The other people looked around, but there was nothing strange.
After changing the diaper and feeding the baby they found out that it also hadn't woken up because of that, but then, what had actually awoken it?
No one knew and the parents first looked at each other helplessly befor they looked at theier small baby.
His clear ice-blue eyes looked back at them and he had stopped crying.
After holding him for a bit longer, the mother put him back down and sang a lullaby to the baby.
Befor she had finished, the baby boy had fallen asleep again.
But even thought everything was still the same as befor, while watching her sleeping child, the mother had the strange feeling that the baby had tried to tell her something and awoken because of that.
Still, without knowing the reason why the baby woke up, the parents and everyone else went back to bed.
Only the moonlight shone on the sleeping child.
9 years later, 2016, London
The sound of a pen scribbling over paper filled the room as the boy hurriedly wrote down what his teacher had just told him about the British history and the history of the mages.
His head with the deep black hair, similar to the color of a raven's feathers, was bowed down over the paper, which was filled with closely written words.
Warm sunlight was shining on his face through the big window, framed with dark-blue velvet curtains, at one side of the room.
It nicely lit up everything, shining on the boys table as well as the teachers blackboard.
Finally, his teacher said that the lesson was over for today and allowed him to stand up and leave the room after saying goodbye.
Once the boy left the room through the old wooden door, a maid, that had waited outside hushed to his side.
After a bow, she said:"Young Master, the Master awaits you for lunch in the dining room. Please make sure to arrive there at twelve'o'clock."
The boy nodded, befor the maid, after another bow, hushed away leaving him standing alone in the big hallway of the mansion.
After a sigh, he turned half-around and went the corridor down further.
After a turn to the right and some more walking he passed by an old painting of a stern-looking man with white hair and blue eyes.
Even without looking at the golden nameplate beneath the painting he knew that it was his great-great-grandfather Aquarius Waterflow, who was know as one of the greatest mages of his time.
The boy sighed again and turned around to pass another corner but once he did he saw himself in the antique mirror with the golden frame.
A nine-year-old boy with black hair, pale skin and ice-blue eyes.
For a moment he just stood there, lost in thought, then suddenly a voice next to him said:"Young Master Nolan, you need to hurry up and get ready for lunch or else you will be late."
He jumped a bit, but had his facial expression under control quickly again.
Then he turned around to face a maid, a different one from befor, and nodded.
The maid, bowed and then turned around to lead him to his room.
There, the maid, called a second one and they quickly changed his clothes.
Instead of a light-blue shirt, he now wore a white one combined with dark-blue pants, a dark-blue ribbon around his neck, which was tied into a bow(kind of like a bow tie), white socks and black leather shoes.
Everyone who saw him could see that he was a young master right away.
Suddenly, a faint wind blew around his nose and then he turned his head, he saw, that one of the windows of his room had been opened.
Outside was the garden of the mansion, in which many fountains blew water high up, with green meadows and perfect cutted bushes in between.
For a moment he just let the warm city wind of London blow around him, making his clothes swing a bit.
It carried the smell of the multicultural city as well as the fishy one of the Thamse, flowing through London.
Then he sighed again befor leaving the room and going down the hallways and corridors of the mansion once more, until he arrived at the dining room.
He pushed open the old wooden doors and entered the room.
His, the Waterflow, family already sat at the table inside.
Thought, all members of the family living in the mansion, including him, only amounted to a total of three people.
His father, Loyld Waterflow, sat at the head of the table.
He looked at his son with deep blue, strict, almost cold, eyes befor he nodded.
As always, his short blond hair was perfectly combed backwards and his navy-blue men's suit didn't have even a single wrinkle, giving him an even more dignified presence, truly befitting of the aristrocrat he was.
Nolan's mother sat on a chair to his left.
Her black hair was braided and tied in a strict knot and just like her husbands clothes, her egyptian-blue dress was free from wrinkles.
But unlike her husband, she looked at her son with warm, grey eyes, as he entered the room.
She also gave him a smile full of love as he sat down on his chair, right to his father, across from her.
Nolan also smiled at her.
His father cleared his throat while some maids served the meal, which was a beef steak with potato salad and roasted onion sauce.
"I heard that you did well in your study's this week.", he said, and, with a faint smile, continued,"I'm proud of you. You are truly my son and the only heir to our family. Keep up this good attitude in the future."
Then, silence fell over the room again, with only the sound of the tableware disrupting it.
Still, Nolan was happy, that his father had praised him.
After the meal, each of them left the room one after the other.
But since Nolan didn't have any more lessons today, he decided to go to his mothers room.
She had already expected him and prepared some snacks in advance.
After he had entered she gave him a big hug.
"Will you tell me what you learned today?", she asked him with a smile.
Nolan nodded, finished chewing the biscuit he had taken from the plate with snacks and started talking.
He told her about everything he had learned today and his mother listened closely.
I love Sunday afternoons, Nolan thought to himself.
Sitting next to his mother on the comfortable couch, telling her everything and eating delicious snacks was just the best.
Since both his father and mother were quiet busy with work and he also had to study a lot they couldn't spend that much family time together.
Still, unlike his father, whom he mostly saw at the family meals on the weekend and a few days a moth, during which he could clear his schedule, his mother always made time for him and was always there then he needed her.
With a smile he said:"I love you, mom."
"I also love you, my cute Nolan.", his mother answered, smiling just as brightly as him, befor giving him a kiss on the forehead.
I wish, all our days would be like this. Oh, but it would be even better if father could also have more free time to spend with us, Nolan thought silently, while cuddling himself into his mothers warm hug, a happy smile on his face.