Author's Note: I will be revising my story because there are many typos and errors that greatly detract from it. thanks to all those who encouraged me to revise it and and to those who have reviewed my story.

Prologue: Ethan

I couldn't think. It was like my mind went blank, filled with only a huge void of nothingness. The pain in my heart soon filled the void. The reality of what I had just witnessed sunk in and hit me hard in the gut. Dead. Rochelle was dead. My new girlfriend, my soul mate, my one true love of only five minutes was dead. How could she be dead! I asked myself.

We were just kissing and then suddenly Marduke was there and then she was dead. Dead like Sera, just like my beautiful sister. Why, God, why? Why did you take her? She wasn't ready to die, she was too young! Only seventeen years young.

Isabel, I thought, you're a healer. Can you heal my broken heart? Can you make all of the pain go away? 'Cause I can't live like this. It feels like half of myself is gone. How can I live with only half a body, half a heart, half a soul?

I can't. I got to end it now. The pain isn't going to get better. As the years wear on, the pain will only increase. Soon, I'll be forgetting the small details about her, like how she smelled and what she tasted like when I kissed her for the first and last time. And that is a pain far too unbearable for me.

Slowly, I began to retrace my steps to the cliff where Rochelle and I kissed. It took a lot less time to get there than I thought it would. I just figured that my sense of time was off. I mean, how can I be thinking normally when my soul mate has been murdered right before my eyes?

I was going to end it. I was going to end my life then. I looked down the cliff. It was a sheer drop straight down a couple hundred feet of so. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to jump. But just as I was about to take the leap of destiny, I felt a hand grip my arm and pull me away.

"Ethan, stop!" The voice sounded alarmed, female. Wait, my brain processed. I knew that voice.