Witch Boy and the Wolves

Prologue

THIRD PERSON POV:

_______________________Oct. 22, 1257_____________________

A woman screamed on her bed as her husband and her midwives scurried around her, trying to comfort her pain. Her enhanced hearing picked up on the loud noises of people banging the gates of her home, trying to knock them down. "Our child must live, even if we have to give our own lives to make sure of it." The woman said through clenched teeth to her husband as he sat next to her, holding her hands in an act to somehow ease the pain of giving birth. "I know. And I am going to make sure that we can be together as a family." The man said, sounding confident in his own words. But he knew better than to believe himself. He knew that he and his wife would not survive to see their child grow up.

The banging sounds became louder as the attackers pounded harder and harder to breach the gate and kill the couple giving birth to their baby. "Aahhhhh!" Cried the birthing mother as she pushed her baby into the world, relieved at hearing its innocent cries, indicating that it was both alive and healthy. "His name will be Aleck." The mother declared, gazing at the newborn's face, her own face filled with simple, undeniable love for her baby son. "I agree, my love." Said her husband, snapping her attention back to their current affairs. "Dominic, we must keep our child safe. We must do that spell." She said, her eyes welling with tears of the though of having to make her newborn grow up without proper parents to show him the love she thought he deserved. "As much as it pains me," The male responded "We must.". Placing their child, wrapped in pure black and purple colored blankets with a raven crest engraved into it, into a hand-woven basket along with a necklace of a raven standing on a pentacle, which they had enchanted earlier, as well as a note containing the newborn's name, Aleck Corbin, as well as just two sentence, both of them in Latin.

Fortunae filius noster, et semper tibi invenias. Et cum inveneritis, tu omnia scis. (Good luck our son, and may you always find your way. And when you find it, you will know everything.)

After each of them kissed the baby on the forehead, then kissing each other, they drew a pentagram on the floor with their child in the center, and began chanting the spell that would take the boy into the future, where he would be safe from all of the dangers of their times. "Mitte puerum istum in futuro, mitte puerum istum in futuro, mitte puerum istum in futuro, mitte puerum istum in futuro, mitte puerum istum in futuro!" [Send this child into the future (Five times)]. As they chanted the words over and over again, the pentagram they drew around their son began to radiate a bronze-colored magical energy. Soon after the chant was finished, the bronze colored energy completely enveloped their child in a sphere, hiding him from the two parents' sight.

Once the bronze energy had finally faded, it revealed that their child had vanished, sent into the future where they hoped that he would be safe. The man and woman then sank to their knees, having used all of their magical energy at the cost of their own lives in order to be sure that their child would be safe. Though they didn't regret it in the least. Smiling, they let out their final breath together as they collapsed on the ground simultaneously, both turning their head to face the other, with the same smile plastered onto their face as they died. The sound of banging died down as they felt numbness surround their bodies. The last thing they felt being the comfort of knowing that their child was safe.

_________________________Oct. 22, 1998 (Now moved to the united states somewhere)______________________

A bronze light appeared in front a large building, coating it in its bright hue, illuminating the name sticking out over the door in bold letters, "Beatrice's Foster Home". With a flash of white, the bronze light disappeared into nothingness, leaving only a small, hand-woven basket filled with a baby and possessions that the parents presumably left with it. The newborn child's cried filled the midnight air, stirring the inhabitants of the large house awake at the sounds coming from outside, having not awoken at the lights. The doors opened to show an old lady, presumably in her 50s, dressed in an old fashioned nightgown with her eyes drooping slightly from waking up in the middle of the night (Picture on the right!). Looking down, she spotted the source of the crying noises. "Huh, who could leave such a cute boy?" She asked herself with a sweet yet weathered voice, leaning down and taking the basket into her hands as gently as she could. "I wonder what your name is." She said, not having noticed the note hidden within the folds of the blankets, nor the strange necklace.

Turning to face the inside of the home with the basket holding the newborn and his possessions in her arms, the old woman began to walk back into the foster home that she came out of, adding another addition to the, already large, foster family within.