Prologue, Chronicling the Events
June 14, 2014.
I have been tasked with writing down the events that have transpired in these extraordinary young people’s lives. Though I don’t know why he chose me to do this I will nonetheless write it down with the information that I have been privileged.
Many of those I interviewed simply either refused to talk about certain details or didn’t have enough time to talk to me. The information I have gathered however is sufficient…for now. It has been difficult as of late to resist the urge to look over my shoulder for anything that might be following me. I don’t know what I’m afraid of but I just know that I don’t want to meet whatever it is. I can hardly sleep at night knowing what I know. I have poured hours and hours and hours of work into my research and still I feel as there are holes in my knowledge. There is picture I am missing but not for long.
Hoping to get some sleep, Mattius.
Having written this down in his journal, the young boy picked up his notepad and pen and walked out of his apartment and down the hall way to the elevator. A few minutes later, he stepped out onto the flagstones of the center of the town. The town had an old, European look to it, as if you were back in the Renaissance. He walked down the busy streets, heading none of the shops advertisements or other such distractions.
He stood outside of the gigantic tower were on of his seven contacts resided. He could only hope that he would be there and stay there long enough to recount the tale that had transpired in the town.