Where's my Family!?

Whiskey-Jack stood frozen, studying the mysterious man before him, he was tense but beginning to relax as the man's demeanor seemed less threatening than before.

"What did you do with my family?" Whiskey-Jack demanded

The stranger didn't immediately respond. Instead, he turned away, as if lost in thought. After what felt like an eternity, the man spoke, his voice low and calm.

"You don't seem to understand the situation... so allow me to clarify." The man looking deep into Whiskey-Jack's silver eyes. "Your family is safe...you seem to have come to me by accident"

He paused, wondering if he could trust this stranger. But before Whiskey-Jack could press him further, the man spoke again, this time with a question of his own. "Your eyes... You do not come from me, boy. What is your name?"

Whiskey-Jack caught off guard by the question felt something was off but decided to answer. "My name's Whiskey-Jack."

"Whiskey-Jack..." The man repeated trying to commit the name to memory. "I'll be sure to remember that." the comment made Whiskey-Jack flinch, feeling somewhat threatened.

"What did he mean about my eyes" Whiskey-Jack couldn't shake the feeling that this man knew more than he was letting on.

"What did you mean... when you said I've come to you? And how can I be certain my family is safe?" Whiskey-Jack demanding answers.

The mysterious figure stood firm, his gaze intense, like he was searching Whiskey-Jack's very soul.

"This is a place between worlds," the man explained, "Many pass through here when they come to or leave the physical world. As for your family, they are safe in the physical world, for now."

Whiskey-Jack's heart dropped. "A place between worlds? Does that mean... Am I dead?" The thought making his knees weak

The man sensing his distress, softened his eyes with an understanding look. "You are not dead," he said. "Just... visiting."

"Visiting?" Whiskey-Jack's mind was runbing. "If I'm not dead, then... were you the one I saw outside the window?"

The stranger shook his head with his face grimacing. "No. The physical world has become corrupted. There are dangerous beings that roam it now...beings that should never have come into existence."

Whiskey-Jack shivered at these words.

"So... what I saw outside... it was those beings?" The man gave a slow nod. "Yes. I believe that is what you witnessed."

Whiskey-Jack now had a worried look on his face. "If these things are real... then my family is in danger"

The stranger sighed, as of predicting his next question, "I am still trying to determine where these beings come from... and how to deal with them. I cannot give you the answers you seek yet. But one thing is certain the world is in danger.

"As for you," he paused, eyeing Whiskey-Jack's clenched fists. "You have a strong heart and lots of fight in you. But you have much to learn... and strength to gain."

Whiskey-Jack looked down at his hands, the sight causing his stomach to churn, his hand were beginning to fade.

The stranger noticing the scene in front of him, cut through Whiskey Jack's panic. "I believe our time together is coming to an end"

The man turned away, and with a determined voice gave his final words. "Take my advice, boy. Seek me again when you're ready. We'll see if you are worthy of my assistance."

There was only one question that remained unanswered.

"Who are you?" He shouted, "You never told me who you really are!"

The man paused, and for the first time, had shown a smile

"Many refer to me as the Creator.", as he faded from the place between worlds.