Disclaimer: Rory's still on the run for Martin's money, but I'm still in no way earning anything out of this except self-esteem and a couple of drinking-writing episodes. I don't own anything except the characters you're not familiar with!

A/N: Just putting an icing on the cake for the season premiere. I for one am so excited and that's why I couldn't wait to bring you another precious gift: BOOK 2 OF THE TGWLTW SERIES ! YAY ! It's gonna be nowhere near the hypeness of Season 7, but this is to ease your tension for a little bit. Anyway, just to give you a heads up, I still have long ways to go with this story. It's also gonna be waaaay shorter than Book 1, because this book is probably just a transition to all of the events that will be happening on (maybe) the third installment. And the updates for the chapters are gonna be sporadic. This and the next chapter will be the ONLY moment that it gets timed because I felt gracious enough to do so.

So, without further ado, on with the opening theme!

Chapter 1

Prologue

It was a busy night at the city. Bustling people. Bright yellow lights scattered all over the place. It was a warm summer evening, and it seemed like the night for everyone was still young, even if it was an hour before midnight. I was calmly gazing over it all atop an apartment of a friend's—a flat to be in fact.

Not mine, by the way. God knows I could only afford this thing if I were to sell my soul to the devil. And yes, I was able to make a friend that's this well accommodated in life. Rose Krumskie's parents were business tycoons, and she was not your ordinary rich kid with those fancy makeups and those over the top fashion sense. She was slightly more reserved than that. Thing is though, she was one of those down-to-earth kind of gal. She hadn't really bothered her popularity and reputation around the campus either. No one really cared anyway, and everyone seemed to appreciate it like that.

There was a small get-together with some of our friends and we happily took the time to schedule things off from our daily lives, a surefire decision for a guaranteed chill-out and relaxation session before the dreaded finals. It wasn't really a big party, there were more or less a dozen people in there cramping up the room. It's also kind of a costume-themed one, thus, the Frodo get-up I'd worn many times over as a typical party gag.

… It was my only costume that I can still wear, for that matter.

Again, it was just a normal party. Conversations, a few drinks, they even had the Star Wars saga humming somewhere in the background. The typical sort in a group thing, but somehow a little bit fancier with all of how Rose handles things sometimes. Besides, it was better that way anyway.

"Hey girl!"

I made an "oomph," when I suddenly got bump-tackled by the devil herself. I looked behind me and she was there.

She was all smiles with eyes that of a seductive harpy. Not totally dissing her in any way though. Rosalyn was a very attractive person; she could hook up with any guy on campus but she just wittingly chose not to do so. She was sort of the same height as me, if only slightly taller, flawless skin that obviously did not do any kind of physical work in her life, and her eyes were a simple fair blue.

"Hiya, Rosa ma chica." I greeted her with a chuckle, after leaning back. She gruffed. She never really did like that nickname.

"I can't believe you're still at me with that."

"It's a funny story!" I laughed again. She smacked me lightly, earning myself a stinging pain on my forearm. Obviously not wanting to tread on the topic any longer, she finally decided to change it.

"Watcha doin' out here, Rory? Party's way over inside."

I paused. My smile slowly faded, and my mind started to wonder.

"I don't know," Then replying, again looking back at the view. "Sorry about that. I got thrown off a bit."

"What's wrong?" Her eyes now fluttered with concern.

I blushed, feeling embarrassed. "I— ah…"

"Come on now, one letter and a gargled response ain't gonna cut it." She turned a little to face me, making her bright blonde hair fall into the bricks that separated us from the depths of the paved road below.

I huffed.

Typical. From slightly pissed off bat out of hell, she could become the ever-so caring mother hen of the group. It's so sickening, I swear it's gonna rub off on me one day. But I was a fool myself. I could trust her with everything. She could peel me off like a hot potato, and I goddamned fell for it every time.

I looked at her sternly this time. "Promise you're not gonna laugh at me."

Rose got a little taken aback.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. What's on your mind?"

"You see I…" Oh geez, I'm gonna feel like a fool about this… "Does it get drafty here?"

Pursing her lips, she then answered albeit reluctantly. "Well, yeah. Depends on the weather. It could get pretty windy up here in the terrace."

"Well, I felt a cold draft swept in."

Her eyes went from "Oh God, this could be very scary," to "Are you serious?" in a flicking instant.

"No, no! It's not like that. It's…" Gosh, how do I put it… "It felt like it almost snowed here."

"Snowed? In the middle of summer?" She questioned. "I haven't heard of any cold front coming to the Bay Area lately."

"That's just it!" I protested. "It was so weird, but it felt like, it was real, and then…"

I remembered there was a sudden chill in the air. It wasn't anything at all creepy. In hindsight, it was almost too soothing. It felt like I should enjoy a hot cup of cocoa with a blanket on and just stare at the landscape for hours. But that wasn't yet the weird part… or the weirder part. Anyway, it came after a few minutes or so, when I almost dozed off from the calmness in the air.

A faint whisper. No, wait. It wasn't like that. It was shouting. But it was so distant, like an echo in my mind. It was like they were calling for someone. A name. I closed my eyes, easing into the voice. It felt like it was a command. Like it wanted me to visualize a page in the book. It was trying to lure me somewhere I wanted to be.

Out of nowhere I hear clanging somewhere around me, like an epic battle came forth. It was still all in my head. Men clashing swords, steeds and riders called out to arms. It was in the midst of a big snowstorm. Battle cries clashed from the winds as it howled. So many voices. A whole lot of them. Then, there it was again. A name. It was all too familiar.

Then I realized it was mine.

A voice was calling out to me. In pain? In worry? I couldn't exactly distinguish. But there was raw emotion there. My heart was pounding to each and every beat of the war drums, the hallowed cries of battle. It was all too sickening, yet at the same time enticing. Voices echoed loudly this time, the tension rising, the rhythm becoming faster and faster.

It felt all too real. It suddenly felt like I was there. And then, and then…

I snapped back into reality. I immediately turned around, finding no one there. And that's when I realized that the coldness felt out of turn. I looked at my surroundings and there was no snow. Just, empty canisters and exhaust pipes. The cold still lingered, but then it slowly started to meld away. My senses slowly came to, and I felt the typical warmth of summer nights ought to be as I found myself in back at the top of a building with the faint sound of bass music far into the background.

That moment I felt, it was breathtaking. I was both scared and curious. It really felt like I was there. All it lacked was the visual. I didn't know what was happening at that time, but it felt like I could've gotten more if I leaned in further. And that's why I stayed. I waited for it again, curiosity piquing me.

"… It became super cold." Was all I could say after reminiscing.

Of course I didn't want to tell her all of that. She might think I was crazy. She was already suspicious of me when I escaped the party for some me-time, and, who would've really believed someone felt that moment of sensation once a breeze went by?

I think she would've though… But back then I knew to myself that it was just a hallucination.

"It became super cold?" She repeated a little blandly.

"Yeah. You know, the cold. Winter already passed. I missed it, so I stayed."

"Uh-huh."

She didn't believe me. That part I got right. Save for the fact that I suck at lying, I'm never the type of person to do this to her anyway. One thing I learned from her is that she's okay with letting things go.

"Well," She shrugged, raising her hands now in defeat. "If that's what you want, then whatever. I mean, who am I to argue?"

Aaanndd I was right again.

"Just come back to the party okay? Some of the folks are already missing you, weirdo."

"Yeah… yeah." I pulled out my solemn but honest smile.

She headed back towards the door. She did however, took one last glance back at me before she left.

Not a minute after, I decided to turn around and leaned towards summer air again, thinking back if I could somehow evoke that magical moment again.