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She saw him, there on the mountain, erect, standing very tall, outlined against the sky, the blue sky... And then he faded... it was black... so black... Then she saw a pinprick, then another... She was on her back, watching the stars turn. The Hunter, the Rider. She remembered them... She remembered... But she had never seen them before.... she remembered, and they were gone.
"Will, do you remember Gummery?"
She was sitting on the porch, watching him, yet also seeing the figure from her dreams. He hesitated, as though the memory was painful to him. She wondered why. He had only known her great-uncle for such a short time, in Cornwall.
Then he answered, "Yes... I, I remember him. I met him in Cornwall, where I met you and your brothers." He wondered why she was so eager for him to remember Merriman Lyon. Professor Merriman Lyon, who was gone. She shouldn't have remembered. But that was what he was here for, wasn't it, to protect her, and her brothers, and Bran. To make sure that they had forgotten about Merriman, and the Light, and the Dark. To make sure they didn't remember the Rider, and the Hunter.
For he was the Watcher. To watch over the human race, until the time had come.
The time for him to go home. He missed the sense of family, of rightness that came over him when he was with the Old Ones. He missed the fact that there was someone in the world that he could talk to. Even with Jane, especially with Jane, Jane who was like a sister to him. He must remember what he could not say.
He didn't know why he had agreed to this. He told Bran that he would watch Jane. But now, now that she was having these dreams, he didn't know what to do. If Simon were here, he would laugh. He would say, "Will, the famous Will Stanton, who could tell you the history of the piece of England that you were standing on, for the last thousand years or so, doesn't know something?!" But Simon wasn't here. Will was. And he didn't know what to do.
He wished that with all his knowledge, all his experience, all his powers, would tell him what to do. If the strongest spell that an Old One could cast, cast by the strongest Old One, the first Old One, Merriman Lyon, faded, then what could the youngest Old One do to stop the dreams? He had no one that he could consult, no one that he could go to, because they had all gone. They had left him. Abandoned him, the Sign-Seeker, the one who had found the harp.
They had left. He had helped them leave, and they had left him with the longing. He had been able to deal with it for a while. He was able to think about school, taking extra projects over the holidays. He could forget by concentrating on just one thing at a time. So when he graduated, it made sense to use that concentration. He became a professor. He supposed that he had unconsciously been trying to follow in Merriman's steps, but just then, he had been trying to forget anything about the Light.
Now though, he couldn't forget. He might let something slip. He was able to look back now, but he was still left with a sense of longing. They had all left.
A/n: I hope you liked it, I did.
Will you please review and tell me if I did a good enough job. Susan Cooper is one of my favorite authors and I don't want to mangle her works. (Also if you have any suggestions, they would be nice)
She saw him, there on the mountain, erect, standing very tall, outlined against the sky, the blue sky... And then he faded... it was black... so black... Then she saw a pinprick, then another... She was on her back, watching the stars turn. The Hunter, the Rider. She remembered them... She remembered... But she had never seen them before.... she remembered, and they were gone.
"Will, do you remember Gummery?"
She was sitting on the porch, watching him, yet also seeing the figure from her dreams. He hesitated, as though the memory was painful to him. She wondered why. He had only known her great-uncle for such a short time, in Cornwall.
Then he answered, "Yes... I, I remember him. I met him in Cornwall, where I met you and your brothers." He wondered why she was so eager for him to remember Merriman Lyon. Professor Merriman Lyon, who was gone. She shouldn't have remembered. But that was what he was here for, wasn't it, to protect her, and her brothers, and Bran. To make sure that they had forgotten about Merriman, and the Light, and the Dark. To make sure they didn't remember the Rider, and the Hunter.
For he was the Watcher. To watch over the human race, until the time had come.
The time for him to go home. He missed the sense of family, of rightness that came over him when he was with the Old Ones. He missed the fact that there was someone in the world that he could talk to. Even with Jane, especially with Jane, Jane who was like a sister to him. He must remember what he could not say.
He didn't know why he had agreed to this. He told Bran that he would watch Jane. But now, now that she was having these dreams, he didn't know what to do. If Simon were here, he would laugh. He would say, "Will, the famous Will Stanton, who could tell you the history of the piece of England that you were standing on, for the last thousand years or so, doesn't know something?!" But Simon wasn't here. Will was. And he didn't know what to do.
He wished that with all his knowledge, all his experience, all his powers, would tell him what to do. If the strongest spell that an Old One could cast, cast by the strongest Old One, the first Old One, Merriman Lyon, faded, then what could the youngest Old One do to stop the dreams? He had no one that he could consult, no one that he could go to, because they had all gone. They had left him. Abandoned him, the Sign-Seeker, the one who had found the harp.
They had left. He had helped them leave, and they had left him with the longing. He had been able to deal with it for a while. He was able to think about school, taking extra projects over the holidays. He could forget by concentrating on just one thing at a time. So when he graduated, it made sense to use that concentration. He became a professor. He supposed that he had unconsciously been trying to follow in Merriman's steps, but just then, he had been trying to forget anything about the Light.
Now though, he couldn't forget. He might let something slip. He was able to look back now, but he was still left with a sense of longing. They had all left.
A/n: I hope you liked it, I did.
Will you please review and tell me if I did a good enough job. Susan Cooper is one of my favorite authors and I don't want to mangle her works. (Also if you have any suggestions, they would be nice)