Chapter 1.

After she had finished the story she slumped back into her chair like the weight of the world had just been lifted from her shoulders. They were in a car driving to the lowest part of the city. To the darkest part of the city but it had now arrived and as a consequence, it had pulled over to the side of the road. Not like there had been any need the road was never used by anyone and you could stand in it for a week with little to no chance of getting hit by a car. Multis sat in the back of the car strapped into his booster seat. He was only five but even at his young age he was a powerful young boy. However, he was scared oh so very scared of what he knew was about to happen.

He may have been young but he was also very bright for his age and you could not get much past him. Maybe in a different life, he would have been a great inventor or user of magic and would have brought the world into a new age of freedom and prosperity but that world was not to be. Not yet. Multis wanted to hear more of the story. He burned to know what happened after. So in his little high pitched voice, he asked for an answer to a question that he would always be searching for "what happened next mummy?" The second that word left his mouth he knew it was a mistake. His father, who was sitting behind the steering wheel and had so far made no noise, took in a sharp breath. "How many times must you be told you will either call me mother or miss." As his mother spat out the words from the passenger seat Multis quickly crumpled in on himself expecting her to at any second turn and give him the slap he surely deserved for such a slip of the tongue. However after the first few seconds, it became apparent that no slap would come, even so, Multis expected a trick and so like a snail coming out of its shell he slowly began to lift his face away from his chest. Slowly, carefully ready at any second dart back into his hiding place of limbs and soft flesh. However, his mother had already opened her door and stepped out of the car. Multis was not entirely sure as to why he was being brought here. He did know that it had something to do with his magic. 

He had turned five a week ago and his magic surged through him powerful and new. He found himself moving things from one place to another quicker than he could blink. He had also worked out that he could copy his mothers' favourite magical things although she had not been very happy. Not at all. She had said something about the magic being watered down and how they were now worthless. So because of this Multis had been brought to the darkest deepest place on the planet. The place that belonged to the chosen. Multis remembered an old picture book story he had been shown as a baby. They were nothing but myths and tales but he remembered this one with uncanny clarity. It was a place riddled with crime and everywhere looked filthy. The book said it was somewhere in the mythical place of New York. He thought the place he was in now looked very similar to how old and abandoned everything seemed in the story. However, the building the car had pulled up against looked more like a creepy old castle with run down battlements and a big iron gate. His mother opened the door on his side of the car and helped him out of his seat. Even the air smelled stale and old. There was also something else a tingling in the air like lighting about to strike. It called to him drawing him closer to the gates and there was a voice in his head a dark cold voice that seemed to know everything about him. "Come to me Multis. Free me from my jail and then you will know what happened next. You can know everything about the past if you only free me from my jail."