A/N: Hey guys, Stand here, and this is gonna be my first story ever…..*Awkward cheering* But anyway guys and gals, feel free to comment any sort of criticism that you have against it or even some sort of appraisal if you have any that you would like to speak your mind about. So, after an "exciting" author's note: Enjoy the story! :D

Well shit, Pat mumbled aloud as he looked down at the phone in his hand. "You're late," was all of the super informing knowledge that he needed to know from his phone before he sprung out of bed.

The teen rushed around his room hurriedly, looking for a towel that was actually clean. Managing to find it after minutes of searching through the possibly radioactive wasteland that was his room, he rushed out to and across the hall to the bathroom where he slipped into the shower.

Soon enough he was on his way to work, hopping awkwardly down the sidewalk as he tied his shoe. His hair was still wet and his buckle was undone but he was surprisingly managing well enough on his own, though he struggled to get the straps to his apron done….His boss was waiting for him outside of the workplace, impatiently tapping his foot as he glared at the young man, arms folded across his chest.

"Morning, Dad! Sorry I'm late!" He mumbled out, halting himself in front of the man, only a little off balance as he saluted. See, his father was a serious man. He worked hard for the life that his family had -which was a good one, mind you- and he didn't like insubordinance, feeling that it weakened the bond he strived to build within their group. While the teen liked and agreed with the style of thinking, he also had a hard time working with it due to many…issues.

Instead of reprimanding him, the older gentlemen simply sighed in displeasure and pointed towards the doors of the establishment, a family owned pizza restaurant, silently ordering his son to enter and just get to work. Nodding sorrowfully, the auburn haired youth rushed inside, greeting his mother and sister as he jogged into the kitchen.

The following day was a long and tough one but he had managed, keeping up with the orders after receiving assistance from his sister in catching up with the back-log. It was the last one of the day and, oddly enough, the customer had requested anchovies on his pizza. Of course there was no problem with that but since orders for anchovy pizza were few and far between, they were usually kept in the back of the large, walk-in freezer the pizza joint owned. Grumbling quietly to himself in irritation, he pulled on a thin jacket for the mild journey into the dark room, looking around quickly so as to escape as soon as possible. What he didn't expect was for the freezer door to close behind him, automatically latching shut from the outside. Another thing that he didn't expect to happen was for the darkness to swallow him whole, the cold seeping into his bones as he pounded uselessly on the door. It was, after all, pointless, considering the fact that the door was a good foot thick and made of steel. All he ended up doing was hurting his hand. Soon enough the bitterness of the freezing temperatures was too much for him, though. Slowly he succumbed to the beckoning nature of unconsciousness, sliding to his knees before collapsing on the floor.

"Where am I?" His voice echoed out in the seeming oblivion that was his surroundings. "Do not fret child, for you are chosen," It replied, shocking him into falling onto his ass. It was odd, considering that he could see himself perfectly clear as if it were a sunny day and, yet, the void around him was coated in darkness of which he had never experienced the likes of. "W-Where am I? And who are you?!" He demanded of the talking pit, stumbling to his feet and looking around quickly. "Though sought after by many, I am but one. And pertaining as to where you are…I am not sure, actually. You're but the first of possibly many who will venture through this land, onward, to their destiny." Deeming the voice to be everywhere and, yet, nowhere, the teen simply looked upwards as he spoke, figuring that would be his best bet for speaking with it.

"So, then….What is my destiny? Why am I here?" His voice was quiet and meek. He prided himself in being fearful of few things in life but this was definitely something to fear. A being that could bring him to…wherever this was and speak as if he controlled a bunch of crap? Yep, spooky. "Your destiny is for you to decide, young one. Soon you will meet many new friends and faces but it will be for you to decide what happens and how you will protect him when the time has come." "But I can't protect anyone! I don't know how to fight or do anything like that! How do you expect me to protect….whoever they are when the time comes if I'm not some hero or whatever that can just punch bad guys in the face and turn them to dust?" He was angry; angry at the being. Angry that so much responsibility was being pushed to him out of nowhere.

"As I stated before, child, do not fret. Among those faces will be those who can, and will, teach you in the ways that they have studied and practiced for their whole lives. Rest now, for you have a difficult and perilous journey before you. Good luck, my son." The deity, or whatever the hell it was, seemed to be done talking now but the 17 year old sure as hell wasn't. "Wait! I'm not done! Where are you sending me? Who is gonna teach me? How will I know when the time will come when I need to protect everyone?!" But it was too late. The being was gone and he was drifting slowly back into unconsciousness, grunting as he struggled to fight but it was fruitless darkness consuming him even further as his eyes shut.

(I'm always up for good ol' constructive criticism so tell me what you like and didn't like, guys!)