Sokeefe vs. the Matrix

Prologue

Lady Gisela

The world was a dark place.

There were some who made it brighter, some who lightened life for all. There were those who made it their duty to lift people up, to shoot a stroke of a sunbeam into others' lives. They were good people, people who were kind and caring and wholesome and good.

And then there were people like her.

Gisela knew she was dark. She knew she had evil in her, twisting her heart and mutating her emotions. But she knew was doing more help than harm. Her son had a talent so much greater than she had – so much greater than even the Moonlark, his petty crush, had. The tables were turned, and they were on Gisela's side.

She knew that when Keefe realized his full potential – knew what a gift his mother had given him – he would switch teams in a heartbeat.

"Gethen!" she hissed, snapping her fingers at the blond-haired man sitting tersely beside her. "Now."

The man hurried to do her bidding, and Gisela almost laughed aloud. It was wonderful, being in charge. Having your every whim obeyed.

When Gethen hurried to her side, Gisela studied him. His face was void of emotion, but his eyes were pools of excitement.

"Is it time?" he asked, anticipation tinging his voice.

"Time for what?" The Moonlark yelled from the chair in front of them. Gisela knew her powerful, mechanical mind was trying to distract her. And this time, Gisela wouldn't be swayed.

"Shut up, girl." A slow smile appeared on her face as she turned back to her henchman. "Indeed, it is time."

Gethen spread his arm gleefully towards the Moonlark and Lady Gisela's precious son. "Let's show them what truly matters."

With just a snap of his fingers, the children were part of his simulation. Gisela knew that once they had taken the two children, the Black Swan would never stop looking for them. It was the perfect ransom.

And it all started, right now.