A/N: Hello everyone

A/N: Hello everyone!! Sorry it's taken me sooooo long to update. But to be honest…I completely forgot I was even writing this…oh well!! I hope you enjoy this chapter!!

Chapter 1

I was still screaming as I sat up in bed. Sweat drenched my sheets as it ran down my face and chest. I brought my hand to my face and wiped the sweat off my brow. That was the 2nd time this week I had the dream. I still didn't quite understand it, but I knew one of my parents could help me. I threw my legs over the edge of my bed and walked over to the mirror hanging over my dresser.

I looked at the face I saw: high cheekbones, snow-white skin, inky-black hair, and gold speckled emerald-green eyes. My hair was matted and clung to my face and neck due to the sweat. My eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles bruising the underside of them.

I sighed as I walked into my bathroom, trying to detangle my hair with my fingers. A gentle knock came on my door and I yelled for the person to enter.

A woman, short of height, walked in my room and sat on my bed. She had dark red hair that fell in curls down her back. Her frame was small, petite, almost fragile looking. She looked up at me with the same green eyes I possessed. This was my mother: Dana Cobalt.

"Good morning Lucian," she said softly.

"Hey Mom," I mumbled as I walked into my large closet.

She smiled brightly up at me, but she soon dropped it and set her face in a serious expression.

"We heard you screaming," she said to me.

I nodded and leaned against the door of my closet, clothes in hand.

"Is everything alright?" she asked me her eyes scanning the perimeter of my room.

"I just had a nightmare," I told her as I pulled on my clothes.

"Aren't you a little old to wake up like you did though?" she asked using her superior mother tone.

I shuffled my feet as I looked down, ashamed with myself. I could feel her eyes on me.

That only made me fidget even more.

"What to tell me about it?" I heard her ask.

"Well…" I began. She moved for me to sit beside her. I sighed and sat. "I keep having this dream where I'm somewhere really dark. And there's this light or something. And I keep running towards it. But when I get close enough to catch it, I hear this voice. It tells me to live up to my name. Then it tells me it is my name. That's when this…burning pain…it starts in my chest and goes through my body. And then I wake up."

Mom sat silently, listening to my dream. She nodded when I was finished. We sat there for what seemed like hours, the silence creeping eerily through the room. My mother was the one to break it.

"I think we should tell your father," she told me. "When you were born, he told me he named you after someone very great and brave…someone who saved his life."

I nodded and followed her out of the room. She held my hand, stroking the back of it with her thumb comfortingly. As we walked down the long hallway, two girls stepped out.

Both had the same angelic face with the same skin and hair color as mine. They looked at me with the same blood-red eyes. These were my sisters: Olivia and Silvia.

"Good morning," they said in unison.

"Good morning girls," Mom answered.

"Morning," I mumbled as I shoved past them.

I could feel their eyes on me as I trudged down the hall towards my parents' room. I knocked on it and waited. I could hear my father grumble and the shuffling of feet getting louder and closer to the door. It swung open to reveal a very imitating man.

His muscles rippled under his pale skin and his red eyes were like a snake's. His long black hair was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail that hung down past his waist. He glared down at me and pursed his lips. This was my father: Darrin Cobalt.

"Hey sweetie," Mom cooed to him

"Dad…" I said casually.

He smiled at Mom and glared back down at me. I had woken him up and you didn't want to do that. I crossed my arms over my chest and let out a huff. Dad mirrored my actions minus the huff.

"What is it?" he asked annoyed.

"Lucian had a strange dream," Mom told him.

He snorted and walked back in his room.

"Who was I named after?" I called to him.

Dad went rigid and slowly turned to look at me. He looked taken aback by my question.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked me hoarsely.

"I keep having these…dreams," I started. "They always have this voice talking to me. It tells me it's my name and then I feel this great burning pain in my chest."

I stood there, waiting for him to say something. He opened his mouth and closed it, looking like a fish gasping for air. I could feel my heart speed up in anticipation. Finally, he spoke.

"You were named after a boy called Lucian that saved my life, resulting in his death," he told me. "I was trying to complete a task so I could marry your mother and so that you and your sisters could be born. He helped me on my journey. But there was this werewolf that loved your mother. He wanted to make sure that I failed. So he ambushed me and the boy. He was killed along with Lucian."

Both Mom and I had the same looks of surprise on our faces. Dad reached back and pulled his hair out of the ponytail, combing his fingers through it. Mom was the one that broke the silence.

"Why did you never tell me that Adam came back?" she whispered.

"I killed him so I didn't think it mattered," Dad replied, his voice strained.

I stood there numbly, reflecting on what Dad had said. I was named after some dead kid that had saved my father from a werewolf…right!!

"Are you serious?" I scoffed. "You expect me to believe that a big guy like you was saved by a little kid? You have got—,"

I didn't get to finish my sentence before my dad's fist connected with my jaw. I was knocked back into the wall with a sickening crunch. I looked up at my father dazed. Mom had a hand on his chest, holding him back as he tried to get another hit at me.

"YOU WILL NOT TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT!!" he bellowed. "HE WAS MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU ARE NOW!! COMPARED TO HIM YOU'RE A SNIVILING COWARD!!"

I got to my feet shakily, the taste of blood on my tongue. Dad had never hit me before in my entire life. Sure he used to yell at us a little when we were younger…but not like he was yelling now. I looked at him, tears burning my eyes. His face fell as he looked at me. I could see his anger deflate instantly. His arms dropped to his sides as if made of lead. Mom cautiously removed her hand from Dad's chest and walked over to me.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I mumbled.

"S'okay. I'm the one who should apologize," he mumbled back.

I saw him moving towards me. I took this moment to act quickly. Before he could reach me, I ran down the hall.

"I gotta get to school!!" I called over my shoulder as I ran to my room.

I slammed the door and threw on the clothes I had pulled out earlier. I grabbed a pair shoes and bolted out the door. I didn't stop running, even as I pulled on my shoes. I could feel my legs start to burn as I ran, disappearing into the dense forest. I barley noticed the pain…or the tears flying behind me.

A/N: So which sounds better for the war that Lucian gets caught in?? your choices are as follows:

A) Fallen angels

B) Werewolves

C) Alice comes back and the Amethysts go all evil on the world

I shall hold the polls open for a week prior to when this is posted. You have till next Monday to decide!!