That night, I read a book. A book I had been waiting for a long time. Over a year, to be more precise. It felt like a life time. I had come to survive on these words, whispered across pages and sent out by Authors for those of us who long to be part of them. That book was called The Dream Thieves; written by that talented and quirky woman, Maggie Stiefvater. Her words stole my imagination and with it my soul, unlike any other author could.
After finishing that story is where mine starts. If you've read it, which I'm sure you have, you'll know what a 'Greywaren' is. A Greywaren is a person, but not just any kind of person. A Greywaren can capture objects, animals and even people from their dreams and bring them into reality. I use the word 'capture' because these dreams do not belong in our world and bringing them into it uses the world's power. Without power nothing can survive; even Earth.
That night I dreamt of him. His powerful shoulders, his cruel smile and his sad eyes. From that description you should know who I'm talking about... Ronan. His name and his character haunts me, in both dreams and reality. I dreamt of him that night and somehow, I brought him back with me...