• Stefan awoke lying on the courtyard's pavement. It was hot and bright; the sun burned his eyes as he held his hand up to shield himself. What time could it be? He would have to get up for school very soon.

    Then he noticed the castle courtyard around him. This was not his bedroom. He sat up and leaned his back against a fountain in the courtyard's center, a good few yards from great wooden doors.

    Where am I? he wondered to himself, There aren't any castles around my house. I could be dreaming. He stood up and walked around the fountain, its water trickling soothingly from a stone woman's pot. Stefan had to pee from the sound. But if I was dreaming, he thought as he gazed at the woman, I think I would've woken up upon wondering about it.

    As Stefan looked down into the water, he noticed his reflection had changed sine he remembered. He was now much taller, just shorter than six feet, and a large tuft of hair shook out from under his red cap. His clothes were very small on him now. “Woah!” he exclaimed upon noticing, hearing that his voice had deepened. Stefan walked hurriedly backwards from the fountain, then quickly wondered if the reflection in fact belonged to someone else behind him. As his back bumped into something, he quickly turned around to find himself standing against a low stony balustrade that looked over an enormous crevasse -- the castle was perched against a cliff that stretched across a barren, if rocky, wasteland. Stefan had unknowingly fallen into

    Meanwhile, somewhere in the sky above, quite far away, another young man awoke and immediately noticed Stefan had arrived. He now had a lot of business to attend to and plans had to be set into motion – secret plans, truth be told, so we won't yet worry about him. I'd just like to let you know that he's there, somewhere above the castle belonging to THE CANNON FOUR.