So this is the first chapter.. The next chapters will be longer, I promise! This was sort of just an introduction.

Xavier Benedict walked down the corridors of the empty hospital. Where was everybody? Usually hospitals were busy and noisy but today it was empty and silent… Scary. He jumped as the phone rang; it cut off after just two rings. He knew that he was dreaming but he was confused: the dream felt like it had some truth in it, like it was somehow real.

He walked into the waiting room, not feeling freaked out that the room was also empty, he hadn't expected anybody to be in here. He walked over to the window and looked outside. The sky was pitch black as if it were the middle of the night but there was no sign of any stars or the moon. Heavy rain poured from the unusual sky, falling to the ground which was… Covered with dead bodies. What the hell? Xav didn't understand what was going on. This was one depressing dream.

Suddenly, he heard the door to the waiting room open. He spun around and caught a glimpse of hair as black as the sky outside; long, wavy hair. Clearly belonging to a girl. The door closed behind the girl as she left the room, disappearing from Xav's view. "WAIT!" He shouted after her as he launched the door open and ran into yet another empty corridor. He saw a flash of her hair swinging behind her as she ran around the corner.

Xav ran as fast as he could after her, desperate to talk to somebody. He watched her open another door and called out, "I'm not going to hurt you. Please stop running from me."

She slowly turned around and faced Xav. Her dark hair framed her face; skin so pale she looked ill; big, impossibly bright blue eyes; a scar ran diagonally across her face. Even with the scar, she reminded Xav of Snow White.

"Hey," he said gently. "I'm Xav. I know this sounds crazy, but I think I'm dreaming." The girl nodded. "Do you know why nobody's here? Why there are dead bodies outside?"

"It's not literal; it's prophetic," the girl replied telepathically.

As soon as her thoughts reached his mind, an electric shock ran through Xav's body. It wasn't painful though, it was more of a happy jolt. A jolt that completed his life; it calmed him and made him feel like he would be okay, no matter what happened to him, because of this girl. His mind was bright and clear and suddenly, having a dream that felt so real wasn't weird to him anymore; it felt natural and right. His shock at this feeling was overwhelming and he knew exactly who she was; his heart pounded in his chest at the revelation.

"You're my soulfinder," he sent the thought to her mind. "How are you in my dreams?"

"I need your help," she replied. "You're meant to look after me and protect me. Please find me, Xav. Please."

"I don't understand," he spoke out loud this time. "Where are you? Tell me where you are and I'll come and get you!"

"I don't know where I am," she thought quietly. "But they're hurting me, Xav. I can't stand it any longer. Please find me."

"What's your name? Tell me your name," he begged. "My family work for the Savant Net, we might have your name on record. It might help us find you."

"Delilah. My name's Delilah Morgan." Her eyes stared at Xav for one more long second before she turned around, opened the door and walked away from her soulfinder.

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Xav woke up, startled. He sat up and ran his fingers through his messy hair, the dream still fresh in his mind. He knew that dreams weren't real, he wasn't stupid but… He knew that this particular dream was real in some sort of way. He could feel in his heart the love a Savant has when they find their soulfinder; a love that stays in their heart for the rest of their life. Delilah was his soulfinder; he knew that was real, he could feel it in his bones. But how had she got into his dreams? What did she mean when she said the dead bodies were prophetic; did she have visions of the future like his mum and Zed? Who was hurting her and how was Xav going to save her when he didn't even know where she was?

It hurt his brain thinking so hard about all of these questions that kept playing in his head like a record stuck on reply.

But he was determined to find all of the answers.