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PROLOGUE

'How could you do this?' he yelled at his wife.

'We needed the money, if I knew you were going to be this upset I wouldn't have done it.'

'Exactly you should have I informed me!'

'I'm sorry but we can fix this, it's not that bad.'

'No it's not that bad, it's TERRIBLE!'

'I'm sor-

'Mum'

Both parents turned around to discover their son, eyes wide and alert, preparing to cower into the dark if needed. 'Why are you fighting?' he whispered. The young boy looked at his parents awaiting their response. Both parents looked at one another's unsure whether they should share the truth. 'Well?' the child demanded, his confidence increasing. 'Nothing sweetheart, get in bed and I'll read you a bedtime story,' his mother sang. The young boy shook his head and looked up at his mother. His crystal green eyes, so innocent, so full of life. She couldn't lie to him. 'Zane lets just tell him,'

'No not yet, he's not ready.' The father rubbed the back of his neck. 'Son come with me.' The young boy hesitated and looked to his mother for guidance. His father was too quick for him, he grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the study, a room he was never permitted in. The study consisted of a large table in the centre of the room. On top of the desk was a large computer and a blue vase for a decoration.

'Son, this is important you must not tell anyone about this,' his father said. The boy nodded, confused about what information his father would share with him. He prepared himself for the worst. His father knelt down and opened the last draw of his desk. Inside was a single envelope. The father gently brought the envelope out of hiding and handed it to the child. The boy inspected the envelope, it was old, the edges were no longer sharp but blunt and round. He began to open the letter when his father's booming voice interrupted him. 'NO! Don't open it now! Open this only...if something happens to your mother and I. Do you understand?' The boy nodded and looked down at the letter. His curiosity was gnawing at him, demanding to know what's in the letter, but he obeyed his father. 'You're dismissed,' stated his father. He walked out of the room preparing to drift into a deep sleep. 'Dylan,' the young boy turned around his blonde hair ruffled over his green eyes.

'It's good to be different.'