Rain was pouring down from the sky, painting the ground in a dark color, creating tiny pools of water. A thick fog surrounded everything in a vast grayness, and he would have been impossible to spot if it wasn`t for the glimmers of light reflecting off his shining iron sword. It had several dents and scratches, the signs of battle. A few specks of blood covered the handle, where his quite pale hand held the sword with a tight grip. A single drop of water traced its way along the sword`s edge, before ever so slowly falling off the tip.

His clothes were mere shreds of what they once used to be, and a mix of blood and dirt covered his shirt. A small cut made its way straight across his well-trained stomach, the remnants of a battle fought long ago. Ocean-blue, bloodshot eyes scanned the horizon, looking for potential threats. His matt brown hair was plastered onto his face because of the heavy rain. He was breathing violently, his dry throat making a rugged sound.

A figure approached him from behind. It was a girl, with brown hair, blue jeans and a black jacket covering a neon t-shirt. A silver necklace hung around her neck. She was carrying a bow, the quiver hanging on her back. Her beautiful, pale face had a serious look on it, and when she stepped out of the fog, one could clearly see the blood that tainted her shirt.

She looked to the boy standing in front of her, the serious look shifting into a concerned one.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.

The boy turned around to face her, a strong fire made of pure will burning in his eyes.

"I`m sure".

His name was Jason. And he was absolutely f*cking mad bro.

A/N: Jason is back. Are you ready?