1 Prologue

Eerie noises flooded into the dark alleyway and the city lights illuminating shadows. whist a little boy stares from across the streets waiting for his mother from outside the shop,letting his imagination run wild with the story told to many , about the legend of the black thorns. A gang feared by most and the alleyway, that became a feared place no one dared to be close. Most avoided but the young boy wondered why? ,Why was an normal alleyway so feared by people.Being young he didn't understand the story only intrigued with it,thinking that it was merely a story told to scare people. Or so he thought the young child staring so intensely,almost wishing for something to happen ,but is only faced with nothing but the endless darkness and silence. Disappointment quickly washes over his curious face that is until he sees a shadow ,move so quick it had almost been as if it was never there. He moves to cross the street only briefly ,turning to see where his mother was noticing that she was still busy he quickly made his way to the other side of the street, moving between crowds of people to reach a deserted alley way that not even the birds were there. He moved cautiously checking his surroundings till "who is there"a voice calls at the end of the alleyway.The boy freezes "I-I'm Arthur" the young child responds in fear "ah...what is a young boy, doing here no one dares to come anymore and yet you still set foot here, do you not know the story told?"the voice asks again Arthur knew he could still run,if he needed but his curiosity was stronger than his logical side in that moment. "y-yes I know but I don't believe in it" Arthur says the voice laughs almost mocking his answer "so child you've come to seek the truth, aren't you afraid to be killed?" The voice asks "it's true I'm scared but I've come to hear the story...the truth about the black thorns, everyone says their bad but I don't believe that, and there must be more to the story than what's told" Arthur responds his curiosity rising with each word.He hears the voice let out an amused scoff, after a moment of silence "very well come sit child and I'll tell the real story about the black thorns ,that so many have forgotten" the voice finally says Arthur moves swiftly towards the end ,any fear he felt he pushed it to the back of his mind ,as he made his way down he sees an old lady sitting in front of a fire, illuminating her sharp cheek bones and pale blue eyes with a head filled with grey hair. The old lady looks up at him and shoots him a half smile ,he sits on a flipped over bin and watches as curiosity fills his eyes. "it all started on a cold winter day....."

TBC!