We Are Chosen (On Hold)

Chapter 1

Everything was black. Well I should've expected that. I'm dead anyway. Who would have ever thought that I Angelina Grace Dragonfire (and yes that's literally my last name) would have died drowning from the inside by stage 4 lung cancer?

And was it my imagination or was there a young man in the room with the doctors just staring at me without the doctors noticing?

And if I'm dead why am I not in Heaven? Before I could ponder the question even further, there was something, a faint memory that came back to me from the earlier events.

-----flashback-----

A young man roughly about my age (by the way I'm 16) was staring down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. What is he doing? Why is just standing there? He shouldn't even be in here! He's not a doctor! The doctors won't even let my parents in here for the emergency surgery.
He comes towards me and stands at the left side of the operating table. Obviously no one else can see him. Before everything went black, he said something to me. "Angelina Grace Dragonfire, you are chosen. To protect, to lead, and fight alongside your other chosen brothers and sisters in the never-ending conflicts with the broken ones. Do not worry you will understand soon enough." Then he leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead.
Soon after that the machine went dead.

-----flashback over-----

After going over the memory I see a blueish-white light through my eyelids. I slowly, groggily open my eyes to find that Im in one of the paintent rooms. I guess they put me in one of the smaller rooms, which they do sometimes to make room for the people that need to be treated emediatly. Like burn victims and animal attack victims.

As usual the walls are covered in blue flower wallpaper and "how to take care of" posters, along with the occasional hand sanitizer machines and disposable rubber glove boxes.
Then I look down to my hands and find that I don't have an IV or tubes in my nose. Come to think of it I'm not even wearing a patient gown! And it was true I was wearing a reddish-purple long sleeve T-shirt, leather pants, black boots, and a silver belt. Wait a minute is there a-a sheath on my belt! I thought weapons weren't alowed in a hospital?

I look around worriedly and I spot my parents shadow on the other side of the curtain. They were muttering something about how long it would take to get the realese forms from the doctor.
"What?! Why are they talking about realese papers? I can't possibly be realesed from the hospital, I'm still sick." I silently murmur to myself. Freaked out I look around and stop instantly when I see my reflection in the mirror to the right of me.

The first thing I noticed was that I had a full head of light brown (like I used to have except it had a reddish tint) hair that just barely went past my shoulders.

The second thing I noticed is that I didn't have pale skin or bloodshot eyes, but average skin tones and slightly lighter green eyes then the dark hazel I have known most of my life.

The third thing I noticed was that I WAS NOT DEAD?!!!