Prologue

The night had been so quiet and peaceful, yet Kyle found himself restless, tossing and turning until his body begged for separation from his bed. He sighed, climbed out, and stood up taking a few steps away before turning back. The mattress had been so soft that his body sunk into it, and the blankets were warm and made from fleece, perfect on a cool night like this. Any other night, and these circumstances would have held the promise of a sound sleep that even the sun would have struggled to wake him from, but all he could do now was look at the bed in disgust. He sighed, crossed his arms and directed his attention to the open window a few feet away. The moon was huge, full and perfect. It also radiated the most brilliant glow that attracted something deep within Kyle, and before he knew it he was inches away from the thin halfway open glass that separated him from the outside world. The cool air made Kyle shiver, but he enjoyed the feeling and took a deep breath, trying to take in all the natural earthy scents, and regretfully exhaling them a few seconds later. He sighed and looked directly at the moon one last time, and was about to turn and head back to bed, when a warming sensation consumed his chest and released the brightest of lights. A few seconds later the warmth turned into an unbearable burning. He grasped his chest, clearly confused at the unplanned actions of his own body and in reaction to the intense pain. Kyle unable to hide the pain he felt, yelled, fell to his knees and blacked out on the carpeted floor.