AN- So I'm soo pumped that there's a fanfiction section for the Heir Series!!! I checked a while back and there wasn't any, but now that I know there is I've decided to post something.

I wrote this before there the Wizard Heir came out, or at least before I knew it was out. I was in dire need of a sequel, so I just started writing. Anyway, this is my first fanfiction, so on with the story…

Chapter 1

He was standing there, in a stadium, filled with people cheering and yelling. A group surrounded him, maybe ten, maybe more. He couldn't think straight, not as he surely looked death in the face, it was hard enough to keep his composer. Readying his sword he sent a prayer up to a higher power, knowing it would be left unanswered.

Within moments they were upon him, sending sparks and beams of light into the air. He mumbled a few Latin words he had learned as he danced with his sword, trying to repel the attack.

It wasn't long until he was over powered. There was just too many of them, and not enough ears to hear the spells that continuously bombarded him.

The sword he had now become accustomed to, his only lifeline, was blown from his weakening grip and he stumbled backward.

"You broke the rules." An unknown voice said, echoing around the crowd, "Now meet the consequences." He watched as his opponents raised their hands, holding his breath, as many flashes of light obscured his vision.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Jack woke with a start, sitting bolt upright as his limbs flared around. Taking deep breaths Jack observed his surroundings. A bed, a book case, and a few scattered objects tossed around. This was his room, back in Trinity, Ohio. No spectators or wizards around him, unless you counted his neighbors.

Whipping sweat off his face, Jack leaned back into his pillows, detangling his legs from the bed sheets. Surly he had woken his mom, so much for stopping her from worrying. This had to be the fifth night in a row that he had woke up screaming, maybe he could sleep over Will's tomorrow.

"Jack!" Becka yelled franticly as her bare feet pounded the hardwood floor of the hallway. "Jack!" she said again as the door swung open.

"Good morning Mom." he replied, glancing at the clock, it was a few minutes after two. Had he really only slept for two hours? Becka gave Jack a warning look, telling him it was not a joking matter. "It's fine Mom," he said, "just go back to bed."

"No, Jack it's not fine! This has been how many nights, five?...No, I want an explanation."

"It was just a nightmare." Jack replied shrugging, "Nothing big."

Becka stared down her son, "I'm worried about you." She said. "You've changed…a lot. From your body to your behavior…And after England, I don't know what happened. I thought the trip would be good for you, but now I don't know what to think." Small tears began to slide down her face, "Jack, am I loosing you?"

The young warrior looked at his mom, heartbroken. "No Mom. I'm still here and I'm fine…I-…I just think my fear of clowns is coming back."

It was a lame excuse for the nightmare, one he knew Becka wouldn't buy as soon as it escaped his lips. "We're talking about this tomorrow." She replied.

"Sure Mom, first thing." That, at least would give him time to think this out.

Becka pushed herself off Jack's bed, where she had sunken in to, and headed for the door. "And Mom," Jack said, "I love you."

"I love you too." She replied as she shut the door, "Now get some sleep." Maybe it was time to call the boy's father, that might help.

As the door snapped shut and he heard his mother heading back to her room Jack cradled his head in his hands. What was wrong with him? The Game was over, done with! But why was he so worried, he was safe here at Trinity. Jack released a long held breath and sat up. This had to stop. He whispered a spell he had learned a week ago, making his room soundproof. Now at least his mother wouldn't worry.

The faucet began to run at three in the morning. Apparently Becka was having a hard time falling asleep too. Well that made television out of the question for Jack, he would have to stay in his room. Staring up at the ceiling, Jack tried to make shapes with the small cracks, hoping sleep wouldn't come.

It didn't, and at six-thirty Jack decided he could finally leave the security of his room. Becka had fallen asleep on the couch, giving him no reason to explain himself for the early start. He jotted down a note so there was no need for her to worry if she woke up before Jack got back.

Went for a run. Don't worry, I took my medicine. –Jack

His medicine, he couldn't remember the last time he had taken it, but his mom was dependent on it. New bottles would show up in the mail, courtesy of his Aunt Linda. But this time they weren't filled with Weirsbane, just water. But Becka didn't know the difference.

"Jack, what are you doing up so early?" Came a voice from under his mom's car hood.

"Just thought it was a nice day for a walk, Nick. What about you?"

"Changing the oil. Tell you what, next time I'll teach you."

Nick Snowbeard was a caretaker in the small town. He was known from fixing anything; from the sink, to your home work. But Jack knew there was another side of Nick. In the Weirworld he was known as Nicodemus Snowbeard, a wizard.

"Sounds great." Jack replied, forcing a smile.

"Are you okay, Jack? I thought I heard someone scream last night." Nick said as he wiped his hands with a rag, his knowing eyes searching the young boy.

Putting on his best confused face, Jack replied, "Must have been the tv. I'm fine." And with that we walked away before the matter could be pushed any further.

AN- So there it is, my first fanfiction. The idea came to me after I reread The Warrior Heir and it said, "The events of spring and summer had left their mark. Jack's dreams were filled with bloodthirsty wizards, spells, ambushes, and deception. Sometimes he couldn't sleep, and when he did, he woke up screaming. He managed to persuade Becka that therapy wasn't likely to help in his case." (422). When I read that small passage I was dying to know more, so I made up my own take on it.

Anyway, please review! And I'm sorry for bad grammar, sometimes I think I tend to go common crazy, but I tried to control it.

PS- This is the first time I'm letting anyone read my writing (other than school papers), and it would mean so much to me even if you left a review saying it sucked. Thanks.