Hey, this is Cool Jay! Awright, this is Chapter one, so have fun reading it and a Merry X-Mas to y'all!!

Chapter One

Where am I? Where is this place?

A… Desert?

Sand… I was lying on the ground, being slowly covered by sand, which blew over me by a soft breeze. The sky was embedded with dark clouds. By the sight of it, soon, they would open themselves to pour on me their grieved tears.

I suddenly saw myself screaming in anger at someone who stood in front of me, covered by a dark mist. My vision was all blur, it was hard enough to see anything. Myself, I ignored the reason why I felt so angry.

There was no answer, only a terrible, sinister laughter.

The dark mist slowly started to disappear, along with its laughter. At that moment, the rain tipped softly on my face. Why couldn't I stand up anymore? Why did I feel like my world was starting to fade away?

All of a sudden, I heard voices… Voices that were so familiar to me.

My sight was darkening as moments passed by.

Then, a big form is in my view. Something… Or someone I knew very well… So familiar…

Its male voice, consumed by worries, was trying to reassure me that everything would be all right. I noticed the blue mechanical hand that he was using to place it under my head to lift me up, to speak to me. His voice sounded pretty shaky, as if something was wrong as he stared at me.

I felt the weakness taking over me, plunging my view into darkness as I slowly close my eyes. And the last thing to be heard was his crying voice: "HEATBREAKEEEEEEEER!"

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnggg!!!"

I jolted up from my sleep, awakening in a pant as I was startled by the loud ringing voice right beside my ear. I tried to reach out for that annoying sound, which normally would be on my night table right next to my bed. But, stupidly still keeping my eyes shut and just waving around with my hand, unable to find it, I reached even more out and, feeling completely unbalance, I fell off the bed. I landed with my face against the ground, arms and legs outstretched, and in pain.

I blindly get up to my knees, touching the night table and grabbed that still ringing alarm clock. I pushed on the 'off' switch, its eerie sound ceasing.

"Stupid alarm…" I grumbled, my heart racing from that bad wake up call.

It was a dream… Again. And when I say again, then it means that it's not the first time I've had that dream. To be honest, I've been having the same dream as long as I can remember, and waking up like this has become a habit.

The problem is… I only remember until my sixteen years. The rest of it... I've forgotten it all...

It was on a rainy day I found myself on the sidewalk, just lying there... With nothing I could remember. Somebody found me and brought me to a hospital, being checked through by several doctors. Huh, you were maybe thinking that it would only take one doctor to cure me or to know what had happened to me, but figure this: each of them were confused and called up more doctors to find out what was wrong with me. Sure, of course the first, kind doctor knew the fact that I had amnesia, but the reason why he got other doctors was because he didn't discover why I had it or how I got it. They didn't find any injury, whether it was physical or mental, and even until now, it stays a mystery.

From there on, they began to search for my parents, family or relatives to report the patient and her current status. Without any success. I had no relatives, no family. No one. So they gave me a name, one I chose, of course: Jade Denvis. I was then put in an orphanage, where they kept me until I was seventeen. The reason was because I had an extreme talent for music, especially in singing, and through participating in music contests, I attracted someone's attention. People from a music studio who heard me singing came directly to me after a performance and asked me if I wanted to become a professional singer. I instantly agreed, without any hesitation. I wanted to get away from this orphanage. It's not that I hated this place, nothing like that at all. But I wanted to discover who I really was, and I couldn't through simply staying there.

I've now become a famous singer by the name of 'Heatbreaker', who sold successfully more than two million of her albums worldwide. Once I had my first album created, I got my own luxurious apartment, where I still remain and live alone.

You might have noticed it, but my name as artist came from that dream. It sounded pretty cool, which did fit my dynamic-like character. I liked it. Weird enough, I could easily get used to that name 'Heatbreaker'.

So, three years has passed since I can't remember who I really am. I'm now nineteen years old and I've still got amnesia. The only clues I had were that same dream I've been having all this time and something else as well. I bear a mark on my right arm, but not any kind of. A mark was carved onto my flesh like a scar, and it had the shape of a head.

I went into the bathroom, turning the water on and plunging my face into my water-filled hands. After removing myself from the ice-cold water, I looked up and stared into the mirror, as a matter of fact, staring more at my face. I did, what I was always doing: I asked myself, as usual, that same question I have asked myself since all these three years.

Who am I really?

Okay, gotta run, hope you enjoyed it!!! And don't forget: One shall stand, one shall fall!!

Don't ask me why I said this, I just felt like it. Optimus said it, so why shouldn't I? XD