Promises- Chapter One I woke up to a bright yellow, orange light. It was blinding to see as it crackled and snapped, as if He were mad at me. I tried to move, but quickly stopped when I realized that it took a lot more effort that what I thought, and it hurt like hell. "Are you sore?" A voice asked. It was male and soft. Not something that I remember. The voice sounded caring, and gentle... "Fine. Hurt, but fine." I responded, sitting up, trying to ignore the awful pain. The man was a black figure. I couldn't see his face, only his outline of a body. He held a staff, I noticed when he came closer. Blue eyes stared at me as the man neared. Standing up tall, he announced, "My s- Jason will guide you. This is not an option." "I didn't-" "I was talking to Jason." He interrupted. I stared at the blackness of a forest. I couldn't see anything. Finally I saw a shadow move. "That's not really necessary . I can take of myself." I responded, getting the hint that Jason didn't like me. Spending time with him wouldn't probably wouldn't help.... "No. You need to be guided. This is a very thick and maze like forest area." The man said, stubbornly. Right when I was about to argue, the man vanished into thin air. I stared in astonishment. How'd he do that? Jason moved closer. The fire illuminating his features. Pale white skin, blue eyes, black, short, messy hair. I stared at him with wonder. "What?" His voice was cold, and flat. "You're not like your father are you?" I stated. "How'd... How'd you know?" "Well, he was about to say 'My son' wasn't he?" Jason stayed silent. So I spoke again. "So... Who's that man who sav- I mean ressurected me?" At this he looked up, "You mean... You're not some lone, lost girl?" "No. Sort of I guess. I am lost right now, but I'm talking to you, so I'm not alone. I do remember someone with big wings... Someone a lot like you. I know that I died...I just don't remember anything from that. I don't know why I jumped off the cliff. I don't know why there was a man with-" "Okay. I get it. This man. Did he have black wings?" "Yes." "Were you like in some kind of mad rush to save your 'boyfriend' and thought that the only way to do so is to jump off that cliff?" He pointed to a jagged cliff, one fourth of itself in the ocean, with that end surrounded by jagged rocks. Now that I think of it... "Yes." "Oh my God. Him. The man. Was he tall, slender, lean?" "Like I said, 'A lot like you'" "Dammit! He's supposed to be dead! How is he alive!" He murmured unsuccessfully quiet. "Who's He?" "My brother." "Why do you want to kill your brother? What's his name?" "He... Uh... Um... His name is Blake. I'm going to hunt." Once Jason left, I had time to think and straighten things out. So, Jason has a brother named Blake. A father with bright blue eyes. And Blake did something that was worth his death. I was ressurected. Brought back from Hell... Wait. What! I remember now. When I died, I was brought down to someplace that was cold. Not the temp. It was the loneliness. Evil things lurked in the shadows. I remember a hand that looked as if it were glowing like gold. That hand brought me back to #life. Why?