Liam's father was a respected member of the wizarding community, and he taught Liam everything he knew about fire magic before he was killed by a lynch mob who accused him of being a devil-worshiper.

Liam found himself trapped in a dark and desolate forest, with the only source of light being the fire he'd summoned to keep warmth. With every step, he found himself sinking deeper into the mud that covered the forest floor. Suddenly, he heard something coming towards him. At first, Liam thought it was a wild animal, but as the sound became louder and louder, he realized that it was something far more sinister. A group of men emerged from the shadows, armed with daggers and swords. Liam knew he had to act fast, and he summoned all his power to summon a ball of fire. But it wasn't enough, and he was quickly overcome and dragged away. 

Liam was thrown into the back of the cart, beaten and shackled, along with other prisoners. A soldier riding on the front of the cart laughed at his struggles. "You will meet your end at the King's castle, boy," he taunted.

As the cart rolled into the capital city, Liam could see the enormous castle that towered overhead. He felt a lump form in his throat. This was the place where he would meet his end.

When the cart finally arrived at the castle, Liam was pushed out and led through the grand entranceway. He walked down a long hallway, past several guards, until they stopped in front of a set of double doors.

The soldier opened the doors, and Liam glanced inside. He was met with the sight of a large, elaborately decorated room, and in the center of the room was a young man who looked to be in his early 20s. The man was wearing a richly adorned gold and black robe and a golden crown set with jewels sparkled on his head.

"Ah, there you are," the man said. "I am the king's son, and you are to be my next toy."