"And remember, Keefe-behave. I don't want to hear a single thing about my son involved in any pranks at the Opening Ceremonies." The man said to Keefe, his immaculate hair gleaming in the light.
The boy shrank back in fear at the sound of his fathers voice. "Yes, Father." He whispered.
The man smiled a cruel smile. "Good. Go on now!"
Keefe hurried away, glad to be freed of his father at last. Suddenly, a blue blur slammed into the child. Both people fell down onto the ground.
"And who are you?" Keefe asked incredulously.
The blue blur stumbled to his feet and brushed off his halycon costume. "So sorry! My name is Fitz. Fitz Vacker."