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"Speech"

'Thoughts'

Prologue


What are dreams?

Feelings? Visions? Things, which will give you a Déjà-vu, when you face those situations? Some are nightmares, some will make you happy, while others make you sad. And sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and can not believe what you just dreamed. Well, one boy was to find out, what it meant, when his dreams came true...


The morning light shone through the open window, birds sang their morning song and the leaves of trees were swaying in the wind. One brown and a silver eye opened and caught sight of the ceiling above them. For a few minutes they just seemed to stare into nothing particular, but then they gained focus and the body, which belonged to these eyes slowly rose from his lying position into a sitting one.

The dreams, the nightmares became worse with every night. Sometimes it was "just" his dead that he saw, but all the other times he witnessed the destruction off the whole world and unimaginable pain came with it. He not only saw the world dying, but felt it as well.

"Honey? Are you up already?", a voice called from downstairs, but no reply came, "AIDEN? ARE YOU UP ALREADY?" it rang a second time from below, but this time with much increased volume.

Aiden Harper, that was the boy who owned that strange silver eye, finally began to stand up, but in thought he was still vividly living the destruction of the world ...again. Even if he slept always long, very long in fact, past midday was definitely no rare occurrence, Aiden never found peace and happiness in his sleep and no rest either. Instead he woke up with a feeling of loneliness and despair. He hated this dreams, he really did, but could do nothing about to change it.

"I am up Olivia, no need to shout", he yelled back, "I'll be downstairs in a few minutes, but I would like to get dressed " he added, but the last part only in thoughts.

"How often must I tell you to call me mother or mom or something like that?" There was no reply to that question, but Aiden just couldn't call her mother, he was not ready for it yet. Olivia was his surrogate mother, he lost his real parents because of a horrible car accident, which gave him that strange silver eye as well. Ever since he was broken and hollow, although he tried not to show it. Deep inside of him he knew, that he would be never the same person as before, but then again how could he? It is not, that this kind of things just happen, you loose some very important persons of your life and after it´s over, you just brush it up and continue like before, that was not how life worked. It was the exact opposite. Since then he had those nightmares.

He thought back how life was, when he still had his parents, his REAL parents. Aiden was a carefree, happy child back then, always good for jokes and fun things, in short he was happy. If the old Aiden could see his desperate new self, he would faint on the spot, probably hit his head on some edge of a stupid table or break his neck because of the fall. At least he would be spared from his "bright" future.

But that was not the situation. Aiden walked slowly, and very alive, over to his mirror and took a look at himself. He was relatively tall, about 5.9 feet, with short, dark brown hair, and one green-brown colored eye and of course the silver one. Besides that he had a little scar just below his left eye, which was the silver one, thanks to the accident.

"Funny, my parents are dead and all I got was one little scar and a silver eye", he thought ironically, "Not even a broken bone or other wounds, only that. Fate really must have a lot in store for me."

He looked kind of scary with the silver eye and the scar, but normally he would wear a contact lens to hid his scary eye, not because he was ashamed of how he looked, but because he didn't want all the people to constantly stare at his eye. He just wanted to evade all uncomfortable situations, but then again, his scar was eye-catching enough already. The boy wasn't ashamed for that either, in secret he found it looked cool and very fitting on his face. In fact, his appearance gave him, coupled with his I-don´t-care-about-what-you-and-others-think-about-me attitude a special immunity to the bullies of his school. Ah yes, school. Many kids and teenagers hate it, even more despise it, sometimes even the teachers. Aiden visited the 11th grade, with his sixteen years a normal age and apart from his look and behavior, he was quite normal. Average to good in school, he came sometimes to late, was no one to make trouble and had to participate in detention from time to time, because of not doing his homework. His life was just average and he hated it, no he despised it. His real parents were gone, he survived just by luck or some horrible joke and after all that not even his life was exciting. Aiden hated it and wished something would happen, that would make his life exciting or at least anything to fill the hole in him, which was the loneliness he encountered day by day. If he would have known that his life was going to change forever, he might have thought otherwise. Be careful what you wish for, it could be come true.

Back in reality Aiden still stood before the mirror, sighed once and started to get dressed. Like many other days, too, he wore plain white boxers together with light blue jeans, black socks and a black t-shirt. Justice and love was written on either side of the shirt in yellow letters and with ornamentation around each word. If someone would ask, why he had those words on it, he would just say, that this were his virtues he wanted to live after. He wasn't really successful in giving love to his surrogate parents though, but that would change, at least he hoped for it. A plain white cap and black fingerless gloves completed the outfit. The boy didn't know why he wore those gloves. They were pleasant and not to hot to either, because of the very slim design, but wearing gloves during summer? That earned him some strange looks, but he didn't care about it, he was used to it after all for the scar and, those who knew of it, his eye, which were the most people in his school and surrounding. Maybe he wore them, because his real father did?

The now dressed teenager strolled down the staircase, still half asleep he almost missed one step of the stair, which hat most likely resulted in a broken neck and his dead, with his luck, he wouldn't be surprised about it, but he regained his balance and continued to walk down, this time a little bit more carefully. Aiden was not afraid of death, in fact he attempted to commit suicide once, shortly after the accident. Back then he tried to hang himself with a rope, but in the end hadn't the courage to do so. That was now two years ago.

Arrived at the bottom of the stairs, he was in the hallway of the small house Olivia and Derrick Sanders, his surrogate father, owned. A short walk to the left and Aiden entered the kitchen. Immediately the smell of cooked bacon and eggs was to perceived and his mouth watered from the thought of Olivia´s delicious cooking.

"Morning." he greeted his surrogate parents and received a good morning back from both off them.

"Slept well honey?" Olivia asked, without turning to him. Derrick sat on the sofa and was watching TV, but besides the good morning he gave no sign that he acknowledged the presence of his son.

Derrick and Olivia adopted him, because they could not have children of their own and when they heard off his dilemma on the news, meaning without parents and nowhere to go, the two of them immediately took him in as their son. Aiden admired them for that, he wouldn't have done it, but he couldn't imagine that he would ever be in that situation at all.

"Yeah, not bad." that was an obvious lie and his parents knew it, they also knew about his nightmares, he told them once, but they went along and didn't say anything in response.

After breakfast was eaten and the dishes was cleaned, they all got ready for leaving the house. Both, Olivia and Derrick would go to work for an insurance company and Aiden had to go to school of course. It was Monday, the new start of a week for most people.

The door of the house was locked, everyone had a key, Aiden waited patiently for his surrogate father to drive out of the garage and his parents both got into the car, ready to leave.

"Are you sure, that you don´t want to be carried to school, my son? Derrick asked, while he maneuvered out of the garage.

Aiden winced at "my son", but he quickly hid behind his mask off indifference, not only to seem unaffected, but because he didn't want to upset his parents or make them sad, they were no bad people after all.

"No, I enjoy walking, but thank you though and have a good day, you both ...oh and before I forget, I will be home earlier today" No he wouldn't be home earlier, but he didn't knew of course...yet.

"Thank you honey and that's great for you", his mother said with a wink, " Have a nice day yourself." The car drove away and Aiden stood there until he couldn't see them anymore. After a few moments, in which he just stared into empty space, he awoke out of his trance and walked down the path, which lead to his school. One last time he checked if he had the contact lens in his eye, which he did and eyed his outfit for a few seconds in a window off a computer shop he just walked by. He did this often and often was this the reason, he would be late for school, because he wanted to change the shoes or the t-shirt one last time and for that he had to go home again. Aiden wanted to take the focus off his scar and gain attention through his outfit. And even if it sounds arrogant, he thought he looked good, even with his scar and his eye full visible he looked good in his opinion, he was fully content with his style, but other persons, not so much. He visited dozens of doctors, because he wanted to know why on earth was one of his eyes silver. Everyone said the same, namely that the Iris of his left eye was damaged and as a result lost it's color, but it was strange that he could still see with that eye and it was even stranger that he didn't feel any kind of pain at all, but all agreed, that he should be grateful for not losing his eyesight. He dropped the subject after that and bought a contact lens with color, to match his normal eye.

After one last look at his outfit and style, he gave a nod of approval and continued his walk, but suddenly he lost his balance the second time the day, but this time he couldn't regain it in time and fell face first on to the pavement, but luckily could bring an arm before his face. A groan of pain later, he opened his eyes, only to come face to face with a strange device. It was completely silver in color and had almost the shape off an egg. A few buttons and a screen and that was it. He picked it up and got back to his feet to examine it again a little closer this time. It was awfully familiar to him, but he didn't know from where. Then he remembered, that a former friend of him had one of this things as a toy, but made out of plastic and the one he held in hands... well, let's just say that it was certainly not made out of plastic. Also the friend of him spoke about that this thing was from a TV show called Digimon. He knew of it, though never watched it, but, what bothered Aiden the most, was that it wasn't supposed to exist in the first place, when it's from a TV show, so why on earth was that thing in his hands right now?

This question would be answered in a few moments, as a light beam came from the sky and engulfed Aiden.

"What the hell?" The boy asked as the beam took him higher and higher into the air. Shortly after he lost consciousness.


A feeling of dizziness came upon the boy as he slowly rose to his feet. His back hurt from lying hours and hours on hard ground.

"What happened?" he asked himself, with a very shaky voice."Where am I?" Millions of question flew through his mind and he felt completely helpless at the moment. A short look around and he noticed that he was in a light forest and if nothing else, it was incredibly peaceful and after only some short moments the feeling of helplessness left Aiden and was replaced with a calm one instead, which allowed him to think about things rational.

'Alright, apparently I found a strange Device, which obviously transported me here and now I am in a forest. Where are my... Ah good, I have still all my stuff. Books and paper will certainly not help, other than to make a fire maybe, but my pocket knife has to be in here somewhere... Yeah, found it'. Someone might asked why he has a pocket knife in his backpack, but you never know if there is not someone hiding behind the next corner with the intention of kidnapping you. Better safe than sorry his new mother always said and gave it to him as a present for his 16th birthday, which was a few months ago.

With the knife in his hand and the backpack on his back, Aiden wanted to scout the area a bit and find a good place to camp for the night, the sun had already began to set, and collect wood for the fire, he would try to make. He was not stupid and therefore didn't even attempt to search for civilization or a village or something similar, because he knew it would be safer to rest first and search tomorrow and with that in mind he began to walk.

After good five minutes of walking, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound, starting small, but steadily became louder and louder and around the next corner, damn his mother was right in the end, floated a big wasp. No, not big, more like a giant towered it before Aiden, ready to kill him and surprisingly it spoke.

"Oh, how nice, that my next meal is coming to me, rather than I to HIM." With great emphasis on the word "him". The giant wasp began to drift slowly towards Aiden, who was just to stunned to move, or even blink, the knife in his hands completely forgotten and useless at the moment. But after a few seconds his surviving instincts kicked in and screamed at him to run with all his might, and he did exactly that. He turned on his heel and began to run for his life. Aiden was not one who liked to do exercises, but one sport he enjoyed to do, namely Parkour. He loved to climb and run and in this sport he could do exactly that. He even visited a sports club for Parkour for a few months, but left after the incident with his parents, completely uncomfortable with being around other people.

Behind him the wasp just made a sound of anger, that it's meal would try to flee. It would be in vain and the boy would see it early enough, but surprisingly, Aiden was fast enough to keep the wasp at distance and with the trees the thing had clearly trouble to navigate through the forest.

'Shit, I can't run at this pace for much longer', Aiden thought 'Oh no, is that...?' That was all he could think before the trees vanished, only to make place for a clearing. In the forest he could escape maybe, but here? Impossible. The wasp obviously thought so, too, because she gained speed and started to come closer and closer. Right before she got him and the boy clearly thought he was going to die a huge explosion hit the creature in the side. It flew through the air and before it hid the ground, it exploded into what looked like numbers, with a flash of light. Aiden, too stunned at what just happened, failed to notice the ground shaking, he was just happy about his luck for once, but then he looked around and suddenly he acknowledged a huge dinosaur like creature before him and behind this creature apparently were standing eight humans and seven other creatures Aiden failed to recognize.

"What. The. Hell ?" he asked, eyes open wide and mouth agape, as the last rays of sunlight were visible on the horizon.

It was Monday, the new start of a week for most people, but for Aiden it was the start of an adventure he never would be able to imagine, challenges awaited him, but he was confident, that he could deal with them. New friends and enemies and a new life awaited him.

A new life, After The Sunrise.


A/N: This is it now, my first fan fiction here on . Feel free to Review and criticize and I hope you enjoyed reading this little Prologue. Apart from that we will see us in the next chapter, but until then...

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