Prologue: Counting down.

It was a dark and stormy night in the castle full of screams. But this night was one of the only where light could be seen. A small faint candle glow, in the room of the dancing boy.

No other candles were lit that night. All were hiding from the ruthless monarch. Who would rather see them killed then happy.

The next batch of victims would be chosen tomorrow, and the the citizens slept in dread of what they would find on their doorsteps at dawn.

The countdown had begun.

The boy continued to dance as his little tune escaped his window.

They bowed to their salvation.

Hid from their monarch.

The last line echoed by as the little candle light went out.

Little lucks sprinkled abound.