On the day of his fourteenth birthday, Prince Comet stood before the Royal Commission and the nobility. His posture was impeccable, but tense. The Queen read the ancient protocol with a stony face, and every word echoed in it with hatred of stagnation.

When the Royal Wand with the Blue Heart was lowered into his hand, he felt not duty, but freedom. He picked it up, and instead of the expected pink glow, the eyes and gloves flashed with a dark glow. The heart inside the Wand distorted and darkened.

With a sarcasm peculiar only to him, Comet said, “Well. Let's see what this old stick is capable of.”

The first swing created not a harmless butterfly pony, but a huge portal of Chaos. It swallowed up half of the Royal Banquet Hall. Dark purple laser beams and creatures devoid of logic poured out of the portal. Comet was not afraid, but enjoyed this destructive force, which destroyed the boring protocol in the blink of an eye.

After that, Comet's parents made the difficult decision to send him to Earth as an ordinary high school student. They believed that this trial would help their son to change, become more responsible and aware.

Comet did not oppose this decision. The Earth always seemed to him just another “stupid, inefficient dimension.” But now he had a chance to gain the long-awaited freedom from the daily Protocol, and this was the decisive argument.

With a slight grin, he packed his few belongings into an old, battered backpack. Gekapu, as a member of the magical commission responsible for portal crossings, opened a shimmering portal in front of him. Comet, without looking back, stepped into the unknown. He did not say goodbye to his parents, because he understood that they would never understand his desire for freedom. He couldn't let their doubts and blind attachment to the old ways hold him back. Comet felt the air around him tremble, as if before a storm, and at that moment he felt a strange, exciting feeling — anticipation. He was ready for a new one.

A portal appeared right at the entrance to the Echo Creek City School, as if it had escaped from another dimension. Hekapu, with a mysterious smile and a mysterious gleam in her eyes, like a sorceress, said, “Follow me.” Comet instantly assumed his Mask of Protocol—perfect posture, immaculate suit, cold politeness, like a true gentleman. She gracefully walked forward, and Comet, without hesitating for a moment, followed her. They crossed the school yard, and soon the massive door of Principal Skeeves office appeared in front of them, which seemed to hold many secrets.

There was an oppressive, almost palpable atmosphere in Principal Skeeves' office. Dust covered everything around: furniture, walls, every corner, giving the space a look of abandonment and desolation. Safety posters, once bright and meaningful, now seemed like useless relics of the past, forgotten artifacts of a bygone era. The director, an ordinary Earth bureaucrat, found it difficult to remain calm after the unexpected appearance of Gekapu and Comet in his office. His tie kept getting tangled, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.

Hekapu placed her Dimensional Scissors on the table, and their blades glinted dimly in the light, reminding of a hidden threat. This gesture made it clear who was in control of the situation here. —Mr. Skeeves, — she said in her flat, emotionless voice, “let me introduce you to Prince Comet Butterfly. This… a challenging but exceptionally talented student. We fully provide his education and accommodation. Your task is not to lose him or burden him with boring rules. And please don't ask about his personal belongings, especially about the magic wand.

Comet sat silently in a corner, watching the scene with disdain. His thoughts were full of sarcasm: “How can you be so helpless and fearful to be so afraid of the most ordinary scissors? This man is the living embodiment of an earthly protocol that has long since lost its relevance.”