Fallen

Cohan was a normal boy...or so he thought before what happened five years ago. Now seventeen, he tries to act normal. He goes to school; he lives on his own; he tries to communicate. His grades are good. He has no friends, and he's okay with that. He has no family, and he's used to that.

Long ago, the shadows took over. A team called the Cleansing Light stopped them and saved the world from certain darkness. Little was written about that horrific time, and few know what the shadows really mean. A rare few can see the shadows; most cannot, and are unaware of the dangers that could be trying to destroy them every day. Only a rare few, called the Active Ones, can see them.

They are called the Active Ones because it seems that a large partion of their brains are active, compared to normal. They are smarter, quicker, and see things and understand things that others cannot. But with this comes responsibility.

Cohan was dragged into all of this five years ago at the age of twelve. His family, mutilated by the shadows that they could not see, had died because he hadn't warned them. He had always seen shadows; for as long as he could remember he had been terrified of them. But whenever he told his parents or his brother that there were shadows and they seemed to be hunting him, they just laughed and shook their heads. He had warned them; yes, he had tried to. They just hadn't listened; it wasn't his fault.

Shortly after his family had been killed, he had been found cowering in the park around midnight, holding a flashlight, his shoulders shaking with sobs. Two men had grabbed him and had taken him against his will to a black car. He had been gently pushed in and had been taken somewhere. There, he had been trained to fight against the shadows.

But as the attacks of the shadows come more often, things are looking hard for him. The whole state seems in danger, and at the heart of it lies his town. Unsure of what to do, he only hopes he can save everyone without succumbing to the darkness himself.