Beginning of a longer story-arc. Crossover with Garth Nix's Abhorsen trilogy. And introduction, of sorts...
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The Clayr's Glacier…
"Nonny? Nonny?"
Nonny's eyelids flutter, and the fourteen-year-old looks up at the Guardian of the Young. She mumbles thickly. The Guardian smiles gently.
"Nonny, what did you see?"
Nonny looks past her, at something only she can see. Her forehead creases in confusion.
"A…dog?"
"The Sight has awoken in you! Praise the Charter-"
A knock on the door comes, and the representative of the Nine-day Watch tells the orphan and Guardian that her Awakening ceremony will be held in an hour. As the Guardian rushes the girl around the room, the girl giggles happily, proud that the Sight has finally awoken in her and made her an adult.
She doesn't stop to question why she would see a beat-up dog in her first vision.
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Somewhere by the Sea of Saere…
The small white cat wakes abruptly, and hisses. The tide is coming in, and as much as he loves fish, he cannot abide wet. He primly gets up and trots up the beach into the woods nearby, a small streak of clean white against the shadows in the forest.
Finally, he comes to a small village. No one pays any mind to the small white bat walking down the main street. In the center of the village is an inn. He runs into it, dodging both the customers and help, until he gets into a room on the second floor. Jumping onto the bed, he deliberately leans down…and licks.
"Damn it, Mogget!"
He purrs.
"Wake up, Wallmaker! Something is happening!"
The woman the cat called 'Wallmaker' groans and rolls over. A smaller figure next to her giggles.
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In the barbarian North…
A dog comes out of nowhere.
Well, wherever she comes from, it's cold. She's got icicles hanging off her nose and frost in her short black-and-tan fur. She shakes it off, and her collar glows gold. She grins happily, and starts trotting north.
The dog howls, and it sounds like a song.
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In the Ministry of Magic…
Percy Weasley stares at the ceiling. There is a crack there that looks somewhat like an owl, and a stain that looks somewhat like a cow, and…
He drops his head onto his desk and wonders when something interesting will happen.
"Weasley!"
Percy jumps up.
"Yessir?"
Fudge looks at him calculatingly.
"I need you to do something for me…"