"Where, where am I?"
"What is this place?" All he could see was an endless stretch of darkness illuminated by stars... Similar to space, but it wasn't space.
He stared at his hands, his shoes, everything. It didn't seem right.
"Am I dead?"
"God! Michael! Gabriel! Hello!" No answer.
"I swear that could have worked," he whispered to himself.
"Haha." A chuckle from the abyss echoed from all directions.
"Who's there?" He said frightfully.
"Relax, if I needed you dead, you'd be dead."
"God?"
"Heavens no. I'm just a flicker of His many creations."
"Where are you?"
A figure snapped into reality, the shape of a man about seven feet tall. Covered in pure black, light seemed to pass through it, but had no effect on it. You could tell it was moving, but it didn't move. More like the void they were in moved around it. It had no eyes, no facial parts. It was a real shadow standing in three dimensions.
"Seven hundred years. I have watched each lineage of the Dagonet family come and go. Ever since my release that is."
"What are you talking about?"
"Aranel, that bastard. Aiming to take me all for himself, commanding a principle to do his bidding. But I have your father to thank. Yes, your father did well above the rest of his predecessors."
"My father? What do you know about him, answer me!"
"He hastened the birth of the Apex Sovereign. Finally someone can put an end to the mischief that other Sovereigns have used the force for. In other words, you're ten generations early. You carry the echo of what has been taught to be lost."
"Back up, are you referring to me? Apex what? That aside, where's my father?"
"Albeit our time together is up, grow stronger and we would have another communication, only longer this time around. If you stay here longer than another ten seconds, you would die. You would forget this conversation ever took place, you'll forget we ever met. But, don't worry, the light would guide you back here." He paused and looked up as if another presence was watching them.
"Your journey back here would be perilous, good luck."
"Wait, where's my father. He didn't leave us intentionally, did he?" He stretched his arm forward as if to fath the already fading entity. As he leaned in to catch the dust of it's disappearance, he lunged forward from the hospital bed he was on, stretching forth his arm with a canister in it, supplying him medications.
The lethargic beep of the machine, the smell of iodine and God knows what filled his nose, he looked to his side to see his mom reading a book. His sister beside him, sleeping at his right feet.
"Mom." He said.
She dropped her book and quickly hugged him, signaling the nurse by tapping on the button beside the bed. His sister hearing his voice got up and dived to give him a bear hug.
Marcus walked in holding cups of coffee, be dropped it on the table just to give his best bud a hug.
"How was death?" He asked, giving a cunning smile.
"I cheated it." He smiled back.
"She came to check on you, she left a few minutes ago." Marcus continued.
"If only you woke up earlier."
"Your freelance employer called, asking about his project as well. Told him you were half dead. He understood."
"Wait what? Did all these happen in a night?"
"Three days buddy. It's been three days, today's Monday. Lily and I skipped school."
"Jeez, at least I slept well." He sighed.
The nurse came in, looking all confused. She ran back out to call the doctor, a few minutes later they came back.
"This shouldn't be possible."
"You're meant to be asleep another two to four weeks at least."
He ran another diagnosis on him, he was fine. As if he just woke up from a brief nap. No sign of brain struggles and the likes.
"You're free to go. A bloody miracle."
"My bro's superman," Marcus said.
Within three hours, they left the hospital. Getting home to a make-shift supposed-surprise welcome back from the grave mini party put together by Harriet his mom and a friend of her's. Harriet grinning ear to ear, happy that her son was alive, hail and hearty.
Whilst the party went on, Zane went to his room. He felt it, something missing. Like a void in his memory, he couldn't recall what happened, he sat down at his desk looking at the lines of codes. Spotted an error, forgetting there was a party for him, he continued working on the client's project.
"Xander, I must thank you. Although, ever since you gave me this realm to hide in, I haven't heard from you. Did Will finally get to you? I hope not."
"She would do a good job guiding him. After all, I already sent her house head the vision."
"The echo of my lost brother, has called forth to me..."