There was once a young child, who dreamed of growing wings and soaring through the sky just as the birds the birds he watched fly for hours,would do. His family told him he was being quite impractical and thatif he kept having ideas of flying the town would begin to shun thechild's family. They would hit him and tell him vulgarities to breakhis dreams so that he may conform and be "normal" like the rest of the town. Then one day a figure that stood out instantly intown was traveling through wearing a long back coat, quite shiny and reflective glasses, and a worn tophat. As the figure wandered pastthe child, the figure paused, looked at the child and patted himgently on the head and carried on. Confused, the child turned to seewhere the figure was heading, only to see a rolled up parchment wrapped in a silk ribbon on the floor slowly rolling down hilltowards the child's feet. Thinking that the figure may miss theirparchment, the child looked around to no avail. So, the child wrappedthe parchment in cloth as to hide it from the child's family. Thechilld wandered the the grassy plain outskirts of town, wandered tothe grassy plain outskirts of town, back home. The child snuck in,only to realize no one was home, this put a slight smile upon thechild's face as not having to sneak in the parchment. Then a thought crossed the child's mind.... "Maybe the figure signed it... Icould surely find the person then!" So, the child decided, tobegin unraveling the ribbon in search of the owner's name. Although,as the ribbon began to loosen a feeling of great fear overcame the child, "What if they are a bad person? What if this is thatperson's letter to a dear friend or lover?" Then the child feltcertain that although they must pry, they needed to return theparchment immediately. The ribbon was swiftly ripped from theparchment and the parchment began to unroll itself, pushing all ofthe dishes and decor upon the table onto the floor with ease, themore the parchment unfolded the more scared and confused the child became. "what kind of sorcery is this? this was but a smallparchment a moment ago, now fills the table full and is as thick asthe table in pages!" "...was that person an Alchemyst? I thought they all vanished before I was born, that is what father andmother told me. What do I do with this now? They will surely be homeshortly. I... I will most definitely be disciplined forbringing this home."
As the child pondered what to do, a drawing on one of the pagescaught his eye. "This... This can't be... No one has createdanything like this... Will it work?" The child read more andlooked at every detail. "Yes, this can work! Now I can be free from all of this, but I still have to hide this away somewhere fromfather and mother or I will surely be disciplined and not allowed supper." The child tried to roll the pages back only to realizethe pages might possibly weigh more than him. Frustrated, the childslammed his hand on the pages shouted at the pages, "How can you be so heavy! You will surely get me in trouble, father and mother will be here any second now and I will surely be in excruciating trouble!" Feeling defeated the child sat at the table and beganto cry on the pages, as he covered his head in despair and fear ofwhat punishment was to walk into the house, he felt a sudden tug!"What?" he muttered. As he looked up, the ribbon had beenin his hand and was beginning to curl the pages with ease and tugging his hand, he let go in curiosity. The moment he let go, the ribbonquickly wrapped the once devilishly heavy pages into the parchment herecognized only something had changed, there came a voice in the back of his head, shallow and barely recognizable at first although as the parchment began to levitate with a subtle glow, the voice began to beclearer. It was now completely recognizable, the voice was familiar, it was saying, "My young child, I have crossed the vast lands,sailed the worst of the seas, beyond the realms of the dead anddearly departed, for you. You of my own flesh and blood, stolen fromme by vile thieves. Do not let them know of your tome. This is mygift to you, only those you will to see it shall see. I apologize fornot being able to have spent time with you. If you wish to understandwho you truly are, ask the ribbon,''To whom must you aid, to whom must you protect, dear Tome.' It will respond only to it's true ownerand you will know the truth of who you are. If you still do notbelieve this, look upon your left hand once you have asked, I believethat shall be proof enough, till we meet once again, my son." Bewildered and frustrated, the boy began questioning everything. Onthe verge of tears, the boy has always been told the Alchemysts ofthe past were evil people who sacrificed innoncent people andchildren for their rituals and their "Science". Why did heopen it he stumbled, what does this all mean. he then decided thatthere was only one was to find out what this all had meant. He then began to focus upon the ribbon as the voice had told him to andshakily muttered "T-T-To....To whom must you aid... To whom must you protect, d-d-dear Tome."
