The family Freede, blessed with a generation skipping power. Rumors had always flown about the crown prince, and his unusual ability. Something to do with a humanoid shadow. Who knew. It could be anything. You were walking in the royal gardens, having snuck in, when you saw the prince. He seemed pleased, looking around the place, that sparkle in his eyes prominent. He was speaking to someone, but the only thing next to him was his shadow. A twig snapped under you. You flinched. He looked over.