What are you supposed to do when the fate of the world was born in the palm of your hand, texture of your tongue and imprisoned in the beat of your heart without you knowing? If your every dream for the past 16 years secretly held the impending future of earth. Only you have the strength to change the direction of your dreams, but to know that you have to die. Decisions are made of death and death is made of one decision. With death comes a dreamless sleep, how can you change your dreams when they escaped with your final needed breath and last beat of your heart? I was killed for a reason whether I understand that or not, he killed me to save the world and they killed him to save me. The one with my answers is gone. Now what? What am I? And why am I so different from everyone else of my kind? Why was I born with the black heart?