Prologue - Rue Cathrowald

There once was a tale that spoke of a human who was the child of god, birthed with the blessing of god, lifted to earth in the very palms of god.

There simply was no explanation for why God loved this child so much. No worries lasted long for this child, and luck was ever on their side. As the people watched, they grew with jealousy, they were greedy for this favour that the child of god had earned.

God knew the desires of every man, the whispers of every lady and so, in order to protect the child, he gave one final gift, a blessing to this child.

With the blessing of god, the child was able to live secluded from the greed of mankind, protected by the luck that follows the child, and died a happy and blissful life.

The song whistled repeatedly by the birds wake the people of the streets up for a brand new morning. The market soon becomes crowded with chattering and joyous laughter; buyers and sellers alike converse simultaneously, bringing life to this land of Athedon, the Archduchy of the Empire.

Just as life had begun on the market grounds, deep in the forests with specially paved land, over the tall black gates, lies a palace so magnificent, where one would think a royalty resides here. Life begins anew here as well. And of course, no royalty lies on this land but a prestigious family, the family of the Archduke.

On the highest level of this palace where the roof arches perfectly, through the windows, a tall figure stands under the rays of the sun, his hair a glistening shade of the sun, allowing a group of maids to dress him layer by layer over his plain white shirt. Finally, he stands in the mirror to look at himself, adjusting the crooked tie, and buttoning his cuffs. It was a picture perfect scenery, the wind eager to meet and the birds chirping out the window.

His features were porcelain-like; his eyes held a flame that was subdued by unspeakable history yet he wore the look of a pure man, almost unmistakable for a girl.

This man turns and smiles as the door opens and closes, a woman with wrinkles forming across her forehead and streaks of white, bows her head respectfully, only standing straight after all the other maids have left.

The boy skips forward to the elder lady who smiles like a mother,

"Nanny, what do you think? Do I look handsome?"

"Of course, my dear Lucas has always looked good. Even if you are a girl."

The man, shining under the sunlight, a smile that could melt the hearts of everyone, was indeed born as a female, Rue Cathrowald, the one whom we will all learn the name of very quickly. Their pasts, their present stories, and the future that has only just begun.

So sit tight, and enjoy the ride, as we venture into the life of this child.