1 Jasper Youngblood of the Haven

It was the same dream, every night Jasper awoke standing in a vast empty space the air around him was cold, a low buzzing grew inside Jaspers head a slow piercing pain grew in the back of his skull. "Jasper!" a low hissing voice screamed out.

His eyes shot open as he sat up in bed his dark brown hair drenched in a cold sweat. "It was just a dream, Only a dream and dreams can't hurt you." He said his voice still shaking with fear as he placed a hand over the golden cross with a heart that looked like it was wrapped in thorns necklace that he had always worn.