A/N: This is my first night world fanfic. This story ties in with 'blood red, snow white.' It doesn't matter if you haven't read it, it can stand-alone. When this story finishes, it has a sequel of sorts in chapter 6 and upwards of blood red, snow white. It does have slight crossover themes, but is not in crossover, as what it is crossed with is not very well known. Set after Witchlight.
Disclaimer: I do not own any The Night World, It belongs to L.J Smith. I do not own Rueben, he belongs to Annie Dalton. I do not own a large piece of chocolate cake, though I really wish I had one.
An incredibly long awaited return……… Maybe?
A group of witches sat around a brazier burning incense. The heady smoke was disorientating, but that was the way it was meant to be. The spells they chanted were ones to create a group vision. Already they were slipping into trances. Then, as the chanting reached its climax, a vision began.
It wasn't the usual sort of vision. There were no pictures. Only sound. And it didn't rhyme.
Portals open and portals close.
Light from another world spills through windows.
A race not seen since the dawn of time.
Lost among the clouds.
The boy woke up. That was strange in itself. He never slept. So why had he been 'asleep'.
He sat up. His head throbbed but he didn't care. In the air he could smell cars and smoke. On the floor was a letter. He picked it up, brushing a hand over a seal that seemed so familiar, but was so far away. He broke the seal and read it.
To the one meant to find this.
You are in a place called the Night World. Walk out of this ally, turn right, and continue until this road ends. Take the left road. Turn again at the third right. Carry on for five hundred meters. Walk up the driveway to the large white house on top of the hill. Show your tags and demand entrance. They will tell you all you need to know.
Good luck.
The boy smiled. They were still as vague as ever. Slowly he turned and walked towards his distant target.