A/N: Hello again! Second attempt at a DIR fic and I think I've done a good
job. Everyone should have an epic and this is mine. Hopefully I will finish
it before I lose interest. Um, updates should be regular. About once a week
(sooner if I get lots of reviews *hint hint*) No real warnings except that
there will be TONS of spoilers and the chapters are really short. Much
thanks to my wonderful beta, Gil-dae (go read her stuff! It's awesome!).
That's about all I can say. Oh, //blah// is mind speak, presumably in the
Old Speech. Better stop before my author's note becomes longer than the
chapter! Oh, almost forgot, I DON'T OWN IT!!!!!!!
Summary: The Dark is rising again in a desperate attempt to regain what they lost. Will, as the lone Watchman of the Light, must hold back the tide by himself. But Will soon finds that sometimes you can't do it alone.
PART ONE
PROLOGUE~PROLOGUE
Will Stanton sat up in bed, his breath coming hard and all his senses alert. His dream whirled in his head, full of darkness and hate, with a tiny pinprick of light only just holding on.
//Merriman!// he called with his mind. //Merriman, can you hear me?// There was no answer. 'I guess I'm alone this time,' thought Will. It was a very depressing thought.
Will turned on his light and looked around his room, trying to calm his nerves. His desk was littered with papers and books and photographs. Will picked up The Once and Future King and settled down to read.
When Mrs. Stanton came up later to check on him he was fast asleep. She tucked the covers around him and placed his book on the bedside table. "Goodnight Will," she whispered, kissing his forehead. "Sleep well, my youngest."
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Sorry for the shortness. Please review if you want the next chapter!
Summary: The Dark is rising again in a desperate attempt to regain what they lost. Will, as the lone Watchman of the Light, must hold back the tide by himself. But Will soon finds that sometimes you can't do it alone.
PART ONE
PROLOGUE~PROLOGUE
Will Stanton sat up in bed, his breath coming hard and all his senses alert. His dream whirled in his head, full of darkness and hate, with a tiny pinprick of light only just holding on.
//Merriman!// he called with his mind. //Merriman, can you hear me?// There was no answer. 'I guess I'm alone this time,' thought Will. It was a very depressing thought.
Will turned on his light and looked around his room, trying to calm his nerves. His desk was littered with papers and books and photographs. Will picked up The Once and Future King and settled down to read.
When Mrs. Stanton came up later to check on him he was fast asleep. She tucked the covers around him and placed his book on the bedside table. "Goodnight Will," she whispered, kissing his forehead. "Sleep well, my youngest."
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Sorry for the shortness. Please review if you want the next chapter!