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“This sucks!” shouted Joaquin slamming his fist down on the book he was reading.

“Who wants to read in the middle of summer?” he said to himself, looking out the window that was cover in snow. “Why is it snowing in summer? This ridiculous!” Joaquin stormed out his room, running down stares.

“Young master is everything fine?” said the butler, an bold thin man with thin mustaches that give him an aspect of catfish wishers.

“No Alan is not fine nor honky dory or any of that satisfactory crap you and the servants try to give me…it been snowing for six weeks without stop and I haven’t seen dad for two months.”

“Young master you must understand that you’re father give strict orders not to let you play outside and if you think be making faces and complaining you’re going to get your way you’re mistaken.” Alan fix the handkerchief his black tuxedo.

“Why do I have the be the one not to play outside like all the other normal kids.” Joaquin was only fourteen years old, but he had already learned how to play a piano, use a pistol and a rapier.

“Because you young master are the son of a noble, I myself would had given anything in my childhood to have Lord Claremont has my father.” said Alan well imagining his childhood with Lord Claremont has father.

“Not like his my father….I am only his illegitimate son. I am sure he has other family more important than me.”

“No Young master, he love you very much and you are his only family but if anyone find out---”

“If anyone knew Sir Trevor Claremont had an illegitimate son, Sir Claremont governmental position will be put in jeopardy not to say his son would be taken be the authorities. I know I heard about a million times!”

“I will not permit you to speak of your father that way! As if he worries about his position more then you, you know he is only doing this because you’re his living image. Gosh for the name of Saint Patrick boy even a near blind old man can tell you are Master Claremont son.” Alan straiten up his glasses and had one good look at Joaquin.

Blond hair of the lightest shade, oceanic blue eyes with handsome face. He wore a crimson jacket with black undershirt and matching red pants.

“Now go wash you’re hands dinners is about ready.” Alan turn to chop some carrots when the door slammed open, reviling a snow cover shape.
“Anderson?” said Alan in shock, this was enough for Joaquin to run by without been seen as Alan stare into Anderson’s green eyes and in a second all was gone, Joaquin was under a black sky.

The streets were cover in snow; it was impossible to tell sidewalk from the once vivid green of the grass in the lawns of the neighboring houses.

Several others kids were building a snowman, Joaquin quick with words as he was introduce himself as the son of a traveling merchants and soon gain there trust. After a full day of building snowmen, make snow angel in the floor and playing snowball fights, did Joaquin though of returning home.

In his way back home he passed be Dr. Braddock house, everything would been normal except for radiant light coming from his garden. Joaquin turn to see if there was any place he could have a look at the what was causing the radiant light. After turning in a corner he saw it, a wooden plank with several crack on it, after wrestling with for long time he was able to silently remove part enough for his skinny young body to feet through.

Nothing in his long years of formal education had prepare him for what he saw; a golden rose among a wither field of roses, all dry and dead, beside this one.

“I just can’t comprehend what when wrong…too much sulfur? No, impossible I triple measure the sulfuric doses…then could it had been that unknown element I try to duplicate?” Dr. Braddock came into view and immediately Joaquin hid his head but remain silent and steady able to hear what Braddock was going to do.

Braddock looked like the casual doctor; white coat, rim horn glasses, slick brown hair and knowledge face with cold eyes. He seem to be holding an old oil lamp, however the light coming from it was opaque and was outshine be the golden rose.

“Up the rabbit hold and then again.” he said coldly as he touch the rose with his free hand and in the blink of an eye he was gone.

“What the Hell?” Joaquin ran to the sight, but there was nothing Braddock had truly vanish as an act of magic. Only the rose remain, only the rose, the rose! With shaking hands the reach for it, it warm and smooth what a metallic sense to it. Then he felt the strangest emotion he had felt so far; his feet had left the ground, all when black and his was spinning out control as if darkness it self had taken shape and swallowed him into and abyss and then he felt it again. The air brushing again his face, the sun warming his cold body, the sun? He thought.

“Where I am may?” he was in the middle of a thick forest with ancient muse cover trees, distant sounds could be heard, but nothing could be made out off them.

Then they came into view like gods ridding the lighting they themselves had created this knights were running faster then any race track horse he ever seen before, but one of them stroke him the most.

The knight, done an extravagant golden armor; that resemble a bird, including talons shape claws for the hands and bird shape helmet. A pair of white-pale winged protruded from his back, given an image of angel.