Darksiders

PROLOGUE

Darkness.

That was all he could see for miles. Pitch black nothingness.

It was cold, the air whizzing by as if something were passing him. Or maybe he was passing something. Maybe he was falling.

Yes. He was falling.

If it were possible to fall without the feeling of your gut slamming upward then that was what he was doing.

"Johnathon."

The blonde quickly threw his head to either side, searching for the women who owned the voice that greeted him. It was impossible to search in this darkness.

"Johnathon. Wake up."

Who was Johnathon? The name sounded familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

"Remember who you are. Remember your purpose."

Remember... his purpose...

It was like his thoughts were clouded, hidden behind a veil of mist. He could see it, he knew what he was meant to think and feel, but the details were lost in a haze of white and grey.

"Who are you?" he asked, still searching around you.

Then suddenly the darkness seemed to clear around him, revealing a sea of blue.

It seemed he was drifting through the sky, clouds rushing past him, but parts of the sky seemed clearer than others. There still remained patches of grey woven into the blue fabric before him.

"Don't forget the light, Johnathon."

A bright light emanated from his wrist. The boy glanced down toward the entity, only to squint as his vision was overtaken by gold.

"Don't forget the light inside of you."

It was dark again, the shadows snuffing out the light in seconds.

There was nothing left.