BLOOD SCENT

I stood on high on the cliffs overlooking Akureyri as the wind swept through my hair. I knew today would be a great day...a great day it turned out to be indeed. If you don't know, Akureyri is a town in the country of fire and ice. Iceland. I'm getting ahead of myself, how could I tell you a story of my life before you actually know anything about me. Well there isn't much to tell. My name is Aaron Halberd and I've just celebrated my 18th birthday. I am of fairly average build, average height, average intelligence. As far I can tell I'm just a regular guy. I've been growing my hair now for 6 years and it now hangs about half way down my back. My sister thought it would be awesome to braid a part of my hair, and well, she was right. I have thick braids on the left side of my head, think, Swedish maiden braids. Those thick braids you generally associate with Viking women. Yeah. That type. Except, instead of being fine blonde, it's a coarse black. Also, I'm an orphan. What can I say, I needed a way to be different back then. Back then before all of... before all of this happened. As I was telling you before, I stood on the cliffs overlooking the city of Akureyri. This town doesn't offer much in the ways of entertainment so I usually scaled the mountains looking for a place to relax and reflect on things. A place where I could be alone and think of the things I wanted out of life. In hindsight what a fruitless endeavor. If I hadn't scaled those mountains, this would have never happened to me. What bitter sweet irony, climbing the mountains to plan your life only to have that exact activity strip everything away from you. Heaven sure has a strange sense of humor. The last time I scaled those cliffs, the last time I thought about my life, the last time I was alive, something happened. That day was like all other days during the summer. The cool wind blew across my face and body as the burning sun sizzled the olive skin beneath my clothing. As usually I sat on the same pinnacle of the mountainous range and pondered what I should do with my life. What I, a poor orphan boy could achieve in this world. That's when it happened. This part of the story I'm not sure of exactly. I don't know how this came about, all I remember is darkness. I woke up several hours later, bleeding from my chest with what appeared to be slashing claw marks. As if some manner of beast had lunged at me. I thought it was the end. Here I was, a poor orphan boy, who hours ago had been planning his life, bleeding to death in the mountains of Iceland. Far from help. Far from Civilization. I had always been a skeptic on the existence of god. Which is why this next part is unexplainable. I knelt down, bleeding to death and prayed for my life. Prayed that, should I survive I would spend my life in his service. After that I fell to the ground unconscious. During that time, I dreamed. I dreamt of our planet in flames. I dreamt of a war which would tear the fabric of this world as we know it. 

The smell of waffles. The sound of the TV. The feel of warm blankets. The taste of confusion. The sight of a familiar setting. My bedroom. What had happened? Was it all a dream? I quickly checked my chest where hours before I thought were leaking blood. Nothing. Was it really all I dream? It must've been I thought . I went about my normal morning ritual. Toilet, shower, teeth, clothes then I walked down the stairs to the kitchen to see the smiling face of my mother.