'Where am I...?' you thought, surrounded by cold and darkness, which felt almost comforting. You felt as though you were floating, which was odd since you could not fly. You felt, however, that something was off. There were voices you could hear echoing in the recesses of your semi-conscious mind.
"She sure is pretty," one voice said. "Can I have her?"
"Brother, please," sighed another. "She is much too important for the likes of you."
'Important?' you wondered. 'Am I... Important...? Why...?'
"Be patient, all of you!" came another voice, this time with a strange accent. "Zhe time vill soon come vhen ve can use her abilities to destroy him." 'Him'... Who is 'him'...? Why do I have to destroy this 'him'...? What if I don't want to...?! You had heard a slow, faint beeping earlier in the background, but now it was getting louder and faster and seemed to cause the voices to go into a panic. "Nein! If ve lose her, ve vill never have our chance!" Everything started fading around you, until you could neither hear nor feel anything.
You woke with a start, heart pounding. You relaxed as you heard the sounds of early morning songbirds mix with your father's snores. 'Just a dream...' you thought, curling up underneath the cheap hotel sheets once more and closed your eyes. 'Or was it?' a mature female voice in your mind asked, slightly startling you. 'Who knows what it could have been?' You could feel your heart rate decrease as you realized that it was only the Voice in your head speaking. The Voice was nothing new... However, it just scared you at how suddenly she could talk when being silent for so long. You felt your suddenly-tense muscles relax as you drifted back into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
For what felt like five minutes, at least.
"(Y/n), dear one, it's time to get up," a very masculine, very Irish-accented voice rumbled, causing you to open your eyes once more to see the blonde-haired, green-eyed man that was Father Alexander Anderson, your adoptive father.
"Yes Father..." you grumbled as you rose out of bed for the day.