1778, London

A woman lies in a broken bed. Her clothes are old, her appearance, simple, and her belly, huge. She seems use extreme force to get something out of her. After many contractions, the cry of a baby can be heard.

-He's bound to achieve great wins - says the woman - If only I were to see his acomplishments! I'm afraid I can't stand much longer. I'm just happy to be able to hold him before my leave. Goodbye, my dear.

An older woman looks down at the couple, with a sad look on her face. The mother lies dead in the bed, and the fragile child in her arms is now an orphan.

Not having enough money or even health to take care of the baby, she puts a basket in front of an orphanage, with the baby within. I leave his fate to God, thinks the woman, as a lonely tear runs through her face. Without wanting to be seen, the woman quickly disappears in an alley, never to be seen again.

1790, London

A young boy sits alone, staring at a wall. He seems to be really interested in something usually uncapturable by normal eyes. In a blink of an eye, he jumps, trying to catch something. With his hands now pressed against each other, somethig inside seems to be desperate to be free. As he opens his hands, a disturbed fairy flies away, not before giving him a distressed look.

The boy laughs vividly at her sight, totally proud by disturbing the poor magical creature. His laugh only stops when a hand hits him hardly in the back, making him fall forward. As he looks up, he sees the gaze of an older boy, with a rude and ugly face.

-This prick is totally insane! - says the aggressor - He's always laughing at himself and trying to grasp the air! He should be in a mental's institution, not an orphanage! In fact, maybe no one wants him exactly because of this reason! - The older boy gives the younger boy a kick in the belly and walks away with his troup, laughing loudly.

-Mr.C! - calls a tall and really thin woman - Causing trouble again? - she says after taking him by the ear - Maybe some time rubbing the 4 floors of the building will put some sense into this hollow head! - she yells, taking him inside an old building and putting in front of him a bucket and a piece of fabric.

-I'm sure you already know where you should get water and soap from - says the woman - Hurry up and don't waste more that one soap. I want this building clean by the end of the day! - she yells, and walks out of the building.

Ruford gives a sight, and begins walking towards the well. -If only Walter wasn't her son! I wouldn't be in this situation if he was a lowly orphan, like me. Well, I guess I could be in more suffering. Last week, Devon had to kneel in corn for almost a whole day! - He said to himself in the lonely walk towards the well.

Arriving at the well, he puts the bucket in the well rope. The bucket hits, with a splashy sound, the water. As Ruford pulls the bucket up, he realises it is a lot more difficult to rise the bucket, and has to use all of hs strength to do so. When the bucket arrives to the top, he sees a strange shadow inside it.

-What's this thing? - He says to himself. Suddenly, a low and mysterious voice comes out of the bucket. -Look who you're calling a "thing"! Have some respect for those above you! The voice yells.

-Continued...