Hazel's POV
Chapter 1
"My Dream"
"No!" I shouted. In the midpoint of my hyperventilation, I woke up. What I saw was unbearably and emotionally painful. It was like a boxing match between angels and demons. The angel's lightness became the demon's pure darkness. There I lay, drowning in my own, skinned truth. On my bedside was my archangel, Gavin. I don't know if you know but I'm a prophet. Every prophet has an archangel to protect them against the ugly evil that lives in this world. A world I still can't call home. You might expect a prophet to be a cool thing. It's not. We are people. We are people that know drop dead truth – naughty or nice. We get orders from God. We get messages from God. It's not that jazzy, rinky dink epic thing you see in the movies. At least not for me. "What did you see?" asked Gavin. That question. That was a question I could not answer. I didn't even want to have the slightest thought about it. The thought was nails on a chalkboard. I began to cry. Not out of joy, it was quite obvious. I cried out of anger for not knowing what has been going on all these years. My name is Hazel… Hazel Brooks… Hazel Martin… Hazel Furman… Those are all fake names. My authentic name is Hazel Singer. Yes, as in Bobby Singer. He raised me. My parents abandoned me when I was newly born. Bobby found me. Because he found me, I am now a hunter. Bobby's the only human in the whole world that knows about my prophecy. I am beyond thankful for my ridiculous parents for abandoning me… as obnoxious as that might sound. Without Bobby, I don't know who I'd be… what I'd be… where I'd be… simply, how I would even be alive. I can't even begin to imagine what else I would be besides a hunter. Hunting has become an unquestionable part of me. "I-" I couldn't finish.