I awoke like I always do, screaming from the same nightmare I have had since I was thirteen. Always in a cold sweat and gasping for air as I prayed that I didn't wake anyone up. I looked down at my palms hands, my right one shaking like a leaf and the cold lifeless metallic intimation of the left one (the arm was ripped right out of the socket by a monster known by many to be a Death-stalker). I clenched them tightly as I swore under my breath. I looked around the empty room, I was the only soul in there, had been for weeks and it depressed the fuck out of me. I sighed as I grabbed my scroll off the nightstand to see what time it was, the screen lit up like a gas station fire blinding me as if it were a flash-bang. I winced at the pain, but as soon as it came it was gone. My eyes readjusted to the new blinding light, I grounded as a six and two zeros appeared on screen followed by an 'A' and a 'M'. I pulled what remained of the bed sheets off of the lower half of my body. Sitting up I turned myself so my feet touch the carpeted floor, I stood up and stretched as a yawn escaped my mouth. Tossing my scroll onto the bed I sluggishly moved myself in the direction of the bathroom, once inside I flipped on the light once again blinded for a moment, thought not nearly as bad as with the scroll. I leaned in on the counter-top just over the sink to look at the mirror to gaze at the face of someone still trying to wake up fully.

The face was that of a nineteen year old boy who looked average enough, truth be told he looked a hell of a lot like his father say for a few things. Two greenish brown eyes looked back at him underneath a pair of gray eyebrows. His hair was an unkempt mass of gray that looked like he had a rough night of tossing and turning in his sleep, now at first glance this boy look human enough but atop his head sat two pointed gray wolf ears giving him a grand total for four, one on each side of his head and two inhuman like ones on the top. I sighed as I turned away from the mirror to the bathtub I set it up for me to take a shower and waited until the temperature was warm enough to relax me but not warm enough to make me fall back asleep. I pulled my pajama pants down to the floor stepped out of them and into the shower closing the plastic curtain behind me as to not get water everywhere. The warm water cascaded down onto my scarred body, I still remember what I did wrong to deserve them. But I didn't want to think about that now, all I wanted to do was clean myself off, get dressed and go get breakfast.

I got out of the shower sometime later and grabbed a towel from the rack near the tub shaking my head wildly as I did to dry my hair. Drying myself off I made my way to the now fogged up mirror, I put my had up to it and began wiping away the condensation that had gathered on the glass in a circular motion until I could see my face again peering right back at me.

I sighed and took a deep breath, "My name Is Artorius Gregory Grayheart," I said to the man in the mirror "and today is going to be a good day." I then slapped both my cheeks and smiled. "Okay let's do this!"