A/N: This is my first ever fanfic. If you have any questions go ahead and ask. Please Review! I'm not going to write past the second chapter if I don't get any reviews. Just one and I will keep going! So please review!

I woke up screaming. It was that dream again. The one I knew I couldn't avoid. Eventually it was going to come true, but I didn't want to think about that, today I had a date with my boyfriend, Logan, known to many as Wolverine. True, we do live together but getting g dressed up and going out to dinner is always fun. I hear him getting out of bed upstairs. He can probably hear me breathing. I have really good hearing thanks to my Spirit Cats, but his is even better than mine.

A minute later Logan walked down in his boxers. He looked at me and frowned "You've been having that dream again haven't you?"

"You know me all too well" I said seductively. I leaned in for a kiss but he pulled away.

"I'm serious. You know your dreams come true. You have to tell someone."

"I will soon but-"

"Well that's all well and good, but I want breakfast" Victoria interrupted rudely

"Be quiet cat we were talking." Logan growled

"I don't care what you were doing, I'm hungry." She said in her normal, royal tone Logan turned to me

" If that cat weren't a part of you-"

"Well she is and if you kill you, you kill a part of me"

"I know. That's the only reason she's still alive" He gave the gray-purple cat a look colder than Iceman.

I got her breakfast because otherwise she would plague us for hours. Victoria is the complete opposite of my most faithful cat, Griffin. He was sitting patiently on the counter, waiting for me to give him his turkey. A minute later Maida, my white Spirit Cat, walked in. Indifferent as usual.

"I see you're making breakfast. I suppose I'll have some" she said. Logan rolled his eyes. He doesn't really like my cats, but he can't do anything about it. Each one of them holds a little of my spirit. I can see what they see or hear what they hear when they want me to. We can also mind- speak when we choose. Just I thought I felt the familiar cold sensation of the Dead. Logan noticed. Sometimes I wish he didn't have such good senses.

"What's wrong?" He asked glancing around.

"Nothing. There's no way."I concentrated on my senses but the feeling was gone.

"Just a draft" I assured him

"Ok." He said, but he looked as if he didn't believe me. He really does know me all too well.

"I'm going for a walk," I told him

"Alright. See ya."

I walked up to the park. I figured I would find some shade and take a nap or read my book. I had just found my favorite tree and say down when a black shape moved in front of me. It was Griffin.

"You had better see this" He said gravely. Suddenly and image showed up in my head like a movie in my mind.

"I didn't know you could do this!" I exclaimed

"There is much you don't know. Now watch" I watched as a figure walked onto the 'screen'. He was wearing the seven bells of a necromancer.

The smallest bell was Ranna. Sleeper some called it, its voice a sweet lullaby call those who hard it into slumber.

The second bell was Mosrael, the Waker. Mosrael balanced Life with Death. Wielded properly, it would bring the Dead back into Life and send the wielder from Life into Death.

Kibeth was the third bell, the Walker. It granted freedom of movement to the Dead, or it could be used to make them walk where the wielder chooses. Yet it could also turn on a bell-ringer and make her march, usually somewhere she would not wish to go.
The fourth bell was called Dyrim, the Speaker. This was the most musical bell, according to The Book of the Dead, and one of the most difficult to use as well. Dyrim could return the power of speech to long- silent Dead. It could also reveal secrets, or even allow the reading or minds. It had darker powers, too, favored by necromancers, for Dyrim could still a speaking tongue forever.

Belgaer was the name of the fifth bell. The Thinker. Belgaer could mend the erosion or mind that often occurred in Death, restoring the thoughts and memory of the Dead. It could also erase those thoughts, in Life as well as in Death, and I necromancers' hands had been used to splinter the minds of enemies. Sometimes it splintered the mind of the necromancer, for Belgaer liked the sound of it's own voice and would try to steal the chance to sing of it's own accord.

The sixth bell was Saraneth, also known as Binder. Saraneth was the favorite bell of all Abhorsens. Large and trustworthy, it was powerful and true. Saraneth was used to dominate and bind the Dead, to make them obey the wishes and directions of the wielder.

The last was Astarael, the Sorrowful. The bell that sent all who heard it into Death.

Only a necromancer uses those bells, necromancers and one other person that is. The Abhorsen. The one who fights the necromancers and puts the Dead back into Death. My grandfather was and my mother was more recently. Now it is my turn, but I haven't had much trouble. My aunt, Sabriel defeated our long time enemy, Kerrigor and my mother, Sabriel put Orannis, the Destroyer, back underground. The only thing I have had to contend with is the occasional Rookie who brings up one or two Hands or Gore Crows, and I just use the bells to bind them past one of the higher gates.

Now the figure was going over to Death. You could tell because of the icicles forming on his body. The scene flickered and then showed a small army of Hands and behind then a few Shadowhands. He was planning something. Hands are sprits brought back from Death and put into newly dead bodies. Hands don't last very long because the spirit erodes at the body, causing it to decay very quickly. Shadowhands are stronger, smarter versions of Hands. The screen flickered again and showed a part of my dream, the Hands and Shadowhands invading the city.

"You have to do something." Griffin said.

"Round up all the people in town. Tell them to get across the river." Griffin ran off to warn the town and to tell Logan. His skills will be much needed soon.