On that cold October night on the 28th, a group of youths sat around a campfire. Alfred Jones, a tall blonde haired, blue eyed American boy with glasses, sat nearest the campfire next to a serious looking Englishman named Arthur Kirkland, who had piercing, almost mesmerizing green eyes that were framed perfectly by naturally windblown blonde hair, a slightly bored expression set upon his face. Next to him sat a small girl going by the name Anna, who was softly holding Arthur's hand, her hazel eyes gazing up at him almost but not completely scared of the darkness falling in fear of being mugged or hurt. Next to her sat her little sister Maddi,