The year was 1916, they were in the middle of the First World War in England. You were an orphaned teenager who lived with some siblings, the orphanage was Catholic and not all the children and teenagers were always friends... and because of the war recently you were going to get on a big train to go to... some safe place away from the big bombs.

The night is cold and silent... until you are poked by a small finger, your seven-year-old younger brother Pierre

— "... there's something out there" — he said softly looking at you getting your attention, at the moment there were only the two of you awake.

When you saw your brother say these little words, you got up and went towards the window with your brother who didn't make any noise because he was with little white socks, carefully and with difficulty not to make any noise, you opened the large window on the ceiling that led to the roof, your bedroom along with ten other children was in the attic so the way to the roof wasn't difficult

And suddenly something surprising caught your attention, a flying boat?! Floating above the orphanage, you can see the silhouette of a young blond-haired teenager with the tips of his hair in a very beautiful royal blue

he was with an arrogant angry face looking down at the orphanage