Chapter 2 is here! I finally made myself write it. Well, plus I really wanted to write it. Hope you enjoy it. ^_^

~Chapter 2: Ravenswood Preserve~

Jordan was babbling on about he would design his new room to his uncle in the driver's seat beside him. His uncle was a patient, yet balding man, and listened to everything Jordan had to see. Nodding every so often, the uncle smiled as he looked over at his nephew.

"...and on the far wall will be all my posters and my drum set and..." Jordan babbled on and on.

"We're here," Jordan's uncle, Murphy, interrupted his rambling and smiled at him. "Go pick your room."

Jordan jumped out of the Dodge truck, grabbing his dark backpack filled with his most precious items he could fit in the sack. Grabbing a few of his suitcases from the bed of the truck.

Jordan had moved here to get away from his parents. Jordan's parents were getting divorced and fought all the time. Jordan was getting tired of it, so he and he uncle moved to Stonehill.

Jordan opened the small ivy covered house and walked in. Dust floated in the air, the furniture was covered in dust covered sheets and cobwebs were everywhere. Jordan payed no mind to this as he went to scope out his room.

Down the hall he entered a room that was perfect. He set his bags down, stood in the middle of the room and did a 360. It was perfect. He knew how he was going to design it already and as he came back around, an original Fender Strat leaned on its guitar stand.

Entranced, Jordan walked over and ran his long fingers delicately down the neck of the instrument. He knew how to play somewhat, more a percussionist that anything. The guitar itself was beautiful.

Jordan picked it up and gave it a light strum. It needed new strings. BADLY. Jordan put it back and went to get the rest of his things. His uncle had already taken Jordan's suitcases out of the bed and left them on the ground.

Murphy returned and smiled at Jordan. "The entire woods is ours. You can go explore after you're done unpacking," he said, picking up one of his own suitcases.

"Really? Can I?" Jordan exclaimed, excited. He had always been one for hiking, though he never got to do it much after his parents started to fight.

Murphy laughed and nodded, heading inside. Jordan hurried with the rest of his bags.

When he returned to his room, there was something sitting on his bed. He set his bags down and walked over to investigate. On his bed was a yellowed piece of paper. He carefully picked it up and read it.

Have strength. It will return. the paper read. Jordan was confused, but stuck the paper in his pocket and started to unpack.

After Jordan was finished unpacking, it was around dusk, so he grabbed a flash light in case he got lost.

"Uncle Murphy! I'm going to go hike! I'll try to be back before it gets dark!" Jordan called out, zipping his hoodie up, waiting for his uncle's response.

"Okay. Whenever you get back, there will be dinner in the fridge for you!" his uncle cried after him.

"Thanks Uncle Murphy! See you later!" Jordan called out and closed the door behind him. He hurried off on the main path.

The woods were dark, but looked amazing at dusk. He excited looked around and at one point, he thought he saw something move between the trees. 'Must be an animal,' Jordan thought. He knew woods had animals, so he wasn't surprised.

Jordan stopped when he came to a big open field. No grass was growing and the trees seemed to almost be bending away from the clearing. Jordan walked out into it, feeling uneasy and frightened for some reason. He never scared easily, so it just made his fear worse that he was scared. He turned and looked behind him. Was there someone watching him? He didn't know, but it sure felt like it.

He walked out to the center and looked up at the sky, even the birds were avoiding this area. Why was that? The air seemed so much heavier here and everything was just avoiding it. Why? That's all Jordan could think. Why?

Jordan grabbed his flashlight, turned it on, and looked around. It was still sunset, so why was it so dark? His flashlight beam caught the glint of two golden eyes that stood at the edge of the clearing, then disappeared.

Out of curiosity, Jordan walked to where the eyes were and saw wolf prints. They led off in a direction away from the clearing. He followed them to a tall stone that pointed to the sky like a jagged finger.

Jordan looked behind it and there was an empty pond and a dying willow tree. It was in the same state as the clearing, dying. Jordan slowly moved forward, sad that it had come to this.

He stopped at the edge of the empty pond. He kneeled down, almost in tears that this place could have looked so much more beautiful. He looked down and there was a stone that glinted in the setting sunlight.

He picked it up and turned it over and over in his hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper he found on his bed. 'Could these be connected somehow?' Jordan thought. There was a rumbling in the distance. Jordan stood and put the paper and stone in his pocket, grabbed his flashlight and started heading back home. There was a storm coming, and he didn't want to get caught in the middle of it.

At home he had dinner with his uncle and helped clean the dishes. He explained what he found and his uncle listened.

"I wanna go back out tomorrow," Jordan said, determined now for answers to his questions.

"Alright, but don't get lost," his uncle warned, then put the dishes away.

Jordan went to his room and flopped on his bed. It had been a long day and he just wanted to sleep. Before he drifted off into the darkness of dreams, one word ran through his mind. Ravenswood Preserve.

I almost forgot to add where he learns the place. So it ends really weird. Sorry about that. I hope this was better than my previous chapter. Review and all that fun stuff please.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN AVALON: WEB OF MAGIC