Prologue

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In a field far from civilization stands a house holding the memories of many generations. Nearby a boy plays with sticks, under the watchful eye of his mother. His brown hair shining under the warm rays of the golden sun.

His mother leaves him and goes inside the house to get its cooling shade. The little boy spots a butterfly and he jumps trying to catch it. He climbs over the fields fence and follows it into the dark woods. He follows it to a clearing where it flies over to the other side of a beautiful crystal clear stream.

For a moment he stands staring, absorbing the tremendous beauty of the place. Then, tired of running so much, he kneels down and and drinks some of the ice cold water which he had scooped from the stream. While going for his second scoop of water he spots something shining...

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