A/N: Here we go, with the sequel. I need to ramble a little bit before I start…

Please, please, please, please, please read Pendragon: Darkness before you read this. I beg you to. This contains heavy spoilers to it. Also, note that I started Pendragon: Darkness before the Quillan Games came out, so my Traveler from Quillan, and my territory of Quillan is all made up. SO DON'T ASK ME IF I'VE READ THE QILLAN GAMES CUZ I HAVE! Now that I've ridded myself of anger, let us go on with the story of Bobby and his problems.

Pendragon: Memory

A sword lay still on the ground. It's design was slender, with a retractable blade that was now pointed north. The sword was familiar to him; something he wished he could destroy and forget, like he thought he had already.

The sword was calling to him, urging him to take it and re-commit his past sins. He felt his hand itching for the feeling of the hilt. He leaned forward, and felt his arm go out of control and leaned towards the sword. As his hand entered his sight, two glowing orange letters formed on his hand.

SD

He bent down closer, the letters sending white hot pain through his body, and picked up the sword. A white hot pain shot through his body, sending him sprawling backwards and hitting the wall.

Bobby Pendragon opened his eyes to the darkness of the bedroom. He jolted himself upright, and glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table next to him. It was 3:25 AM.

Not the dream again, Bobby thought. Not that damn dream again. From beside him, Saangi groaned and stirred.

"Bobby?" she said, her head emerging from under the covers. "Is something wrong?" a look of concern showed on her sleepy face.

"I just had that dream again, Saangi." Bobby replied.

"The one with the sword?" she asked. Bobby nodded. It had been one year since Bobby had aided the demon Traveler Saint Dane in his failing quest to destroy all of Halla. What a mistake that had been. Luckily, his friends had come to the rescue and told him that Saint Dane's path was not the correct path to follow.

And now, everything was back to normal. Bobby had married Saangi, Cid had married Yuri, Raux had married Rose, and Spader and Serenity's relationship was becoming stronger by the hour. Everyone's lives were going smoothly…

That is, until the dream. The nightmarish dream had began haunting Bobby about a month ago, and had not let up since. Bobby knew that it was all a dream, just a faint memory to remind him, but he was getting pretty pissed now.

"Please, Saangi," Bobby said gently. "Go back to sleep. I'm fine."

"All right," his wife replied, and buried herself under the covers once more.

Bobby rose out of the bed, and walked into the bathroom. He stared at his face in the mirror. He looked tired. His brown hair stood up everywhere, and dark lines were starting to form around his eyes. These nightmares need to get the hell out of my head, Bobby thought. He threw off his clothes and stepped into the shower, and didn't seem to notice that the water was cold. He just stood there, the water spraying his back. Is this dream only a memory? Or is it telling me that something's going to happen? Bobby thought of this as he dried himself off and changed into a black Ramone's T-shirt and jeans. He walked down the stairs of the house that him and Saangi now lived in, and into the garage. He slipped on his shoes and mounted the Suzuki motorcycle he had bought a few months earlier. Bobby opened the garage door, and set off to the unknown.

I can't believe it's already been a year, the Saint thought. He was standing on the cliff overlooking the capital city of Ibara, wearing the typical clothing of a Saint: a black hooded cloak. A year ago, when the Tower of Flames had collapsed, his family had been killed. And now he stood where that tower once stood representing Fire, and looking at the spot where his parents had once lived.

The Saint walked to the ruins of the tower, and noticed something under a pile of rubble. He moved the rubble aside, and was staring at a ray of red light coming out of the ground.

"What the hell?" the Saint said to himself.

"Hello there," A voice came from the light. The Saint wasn't able to explain how it sounded. It sounded calm, yet angry, happy yet said, everything but nothing, a whisper that was a scream…it was everything and nothing. The Saint wondered if this was the soul of the dead God of Fire.

"Hello," the Saint replied to the voice and stepped backwards three steps.

"Don't worry," the voice said in the perfect voice that was not male nor female. "You can trust me. I only want to help you."

"And what is it that you want to help me with?" the Saint replied. Something was strange about this voice…about the light, about everything. The Saint bent down, closer to the voice.

"I can help you with everything." the voice replied. "And I can tell you of things to come."

"Things to come? Like the future?"

"Exactly like that. But, if you don't want my help, that's fine too."

"Help me," the Saint replied. "Please, keep Ibara safe."

"Good choice, boy." the Saint then noticed that the light wasn't coming from the ground. It was coming from some kind of broken crystal that was emitting a strange light. The voice started to speak again. "Pick up the crystal. Then I can help you fully." The Saint leaned in and clutched the red crystal in his hands. A feeling of calmness and peace filled his body. But there was something else…another feeling, that was buried deep under that he couldn't place.

"Good." the voice now echoed around the Saint's head, and he noticed that the crystal was slowly sinking into his skin.

"What's happening?" the Saint exclaimed.

"Don't worry. This is supposed to happen." The crystal sank into the skin fully, and a sharp pain filled the Saint's body. A series of black lines began to tattoo themselves around the Saint's arm, and when it reached his palm, they began to circle and form two illegible letters that were entwined perfectly. "Before I disappear for a while, I have one thing to tell you," the voice said inside the Saint's head. "Watch out for suspicious behavior, and don't trust anyone." A feeling of a small explosion erupted in the Saint's head, and a creepy feeling of absence formed as well.

Bobby turned right, onto a backstreet. It had been about two hours since he departed from home, so it was now 5:35. He knew exactly where he was headed now. He turned another corner, and stopped the bike. He was standing outside an expensive block of condos.

Bobby parked the motorcycle, and walked up to the doors. He took his ring of keys and inserted a small brass key into the lock and turned the doorknob clockwise. The door swung open, and Bobby stepped inside, pocketing his keys. He rode the elevator to the fifteenth floor, and down a short hallway. He opened a white door, and stepped inside a richly furnished apartment.

To Bobby's left, there was a living room with a plasma TV, a computer, and three black couches. To his right was the kitchen, and straight in front of him was a short hallway that led to the bedrooms. Bobby heard the faint sound of a shower, and sat down on one of the couches and waited. A few minutes later, Courtney Chetwynde came into the living room wearing the same nightgown she had been wearing when Bobby had brought her back from the dead one year ago. For some reason, she was always seen wearing that nightgown, and it never got dirty.

"Bobby?" Courtney said, staring at the boy who had brought her back to life. "What are you doing here?"

"I had that nightmare again," Bobby said.

"The same one?" Courtney said, coming to sit next to Bobby on the couch. Bobby nodded as Courtney wrapped her arm over his shoulder in a comforting way that didn't show love, but just feelings. "Just ignore it, Bobby." she said. "It's just a memory of the bad things you've done. Don't do anything about it. Just ignore it. Your mind is just trying to make you remember not to join up with Saint Dane." Bobby nodded. He understood that, but did it mean anything else?

"Thanks, Courtney," Bobby said. He picked himself up off the couch. "I'm off. I'm just going to put this dream off for now."

"Bye, Bobby." Courtney said, and as he shut the door, she blew him a kiss. She sighed. Bobby would never love her again. Of course, she was happy that Bobby was happy, but she had been a lot happier when they had been dating for what…about a minute when they first kissed before Bobby's Uncle Press had came and whisked Bobby, her Bobby, into the unknown.

That day seemed liked it had been yesterday, when really it had been years.

Bobby shot through the streets, and back to his house. When he went inside, Saangi was still sleeping, so he occupied himself by reading books on self defense.

Bobby turned a page to his book, and noticed something outside the window. He walked over to the window, and opened them slightly. Outside, the sun was barely starting to rise, and the shadow of a person was reflected off the wall of the neighbors house.

"Probably some teenagers cutting through our yard again," Bobby said to himself. But then he noticed something. Below the shadow, which happened to be a girl now thatBobby had a better shot of her, were three small dogs. These dogs were different though.

They had spikes running down their backs.

A/N: There we go! First chapter of the sequel! It was a little redundant wit the ending to the first chapter of Pendragon: Darkness, but the sequel will be a ton different from Darkness. Trust me. Expect lots of twists and stuff! Please review!