The Forgotten One

Prologue

I woke up suddenly, sweat drenching my face. I looked up at my ceiling which I had painted the night sky with the beautiful stars. All those stars are actually Suns like ours. Many with planets going around them. I wonder how many of them have individuals living their lives and what it's like for them. 

When I was younger, I would lay on our roof and look up at the night sky for hours...until I felt that I could understand the magnitude of it and the enormity of it, and I would feel very small and hollow inside and wonder if humans were all alone and why and how we came to exist. Sometimes it would make me cry, and laugh and think that I was looking at the same stars that Gallileo saw, that Colombus used to navigate his ship, and all the rest of those kind of things,then I would fall asleep until I heard my mother shouting for me.

Those were the best kind of days. When you're young and you don't have stress and constantly having to worry about your future. You let yourself free when you are younger without even realizing it. But when you get older, you have to constantly worry about everything even the minor things. Because your mind is a tangled mess, you don't realize the minor thing could be fixed in a snap. It's the more stressful things that cause the minor things, bigger than they seem.

I rubbed my eyes. I looked at my alarm clock. It was three thirty in the morning. I had no idea why I was up. It felt like someone was calling me. In my dream. But that was the problem, all I heard was the voice but I couldn't see the person. But he wasn't calling my name, Emery Cain.

He was calling me something else. Something that sounded familiar. But his voice sounded so far away. Normally a person would be wary about a dream like that. But his voice had a kind tone to it as if I've heard it before. Once upon a time, I believe that's the word.

I tried to remember what the guy was saying. I rubbed my forehead and closed my eyes. My heart skipped a beat because I remembered something.

It started with the letter A. And then there was a light after the guy stopped saying the name. A.Light? An initial for the first name. I frowned at myself and groaned. I glanced at my medication beside my night table. Maybe that's why I've been having weird dreams. I haven't taken my pills that was prescribed for me. I opened it and popped into my mouth. I glanced at my wrist. Emery Cain. It was put into my wrist just like everyone else. I felt my eyes starting to get heavy and I laid back down on my bed.

Who could A.Light be? Who is that person? And why was it so important?