In the small German town of Himmelstadt, nestled between dark forests and silver rivers, lived a boy named Matthias Krüger. Matthias was ten years old, with eyes the color of storm clouds and hair as dark as the ravens that circled the church steeple. His family owned a bakery, famous for its sweet walnut loaves. Yet Matthias was not known for bread or laughter. He was known for carrying a small, cracked lantern wherever he went.