Walking down the staircase to the subway was a simple thing. Yet I felt it impossible. I couldn't do many things, and what I could do wasn't something I should be able to do. My father was very secretive about it but I wasn't. I read novels about magic, but it isn't real. It is but fantasy... right. Magicians are all marionettes of the real magicians. And even they're controlled by someone. Now I'll admit this isn't one of those stories where the protagonist saves the world. Oh no! The whole fate of the world doesn't rest on my shoulders. If it did, the world would have died thousands of years ago (when I was a wee lad.) Later on you will understand all of this. Looking back you'll say "Oh that Wilson Henry Harry Harper Scott knows his stuff." Or maybe you feel in touch with my emotions enough to just call me WHHHS..All Rights Reserved