A/N: Here's the first chapter. A bit longer than the previous one. I own no
one but Peter. Once again //blah// is telepathic speech. Thanks to my two
reviewers Mandi and Lorfea.
CHAPTER ONE~CHAPTER ONE
Will was going to go insane. His sixth sense that allowed him to feel the Dark was going haywire. It kept spiking at inopportune moments and the relentless buzzing was getting on his nerves. He wandered around school in another world all his own; not even his friends could get through to him.
"Oy, Will. You still in there, mate?" Will mumbled something and his friend, Peter, smacked him on the back of the head. "Wake up Will. Get your head outta the clouds."
Will blinked and shook his head. "Sorry Pete. I had a weird night last night."
"Don't worry man. I forgive you for being a complete prat."
Will gave him a half-smile and then winced as his Dark-sense flared up again. "Will? Will, can you hear me?"
Will could vaguely hear Peter speaking, but the rushing in his head prevented him from responding. The Dark Rider had just walked through the door.
"Were you okay, Will? You blacked-out or something."
"I'm fine," said Will irritably, brushing Peter away. He kept his eyes on the Rider as the chestnut-haired man walked to the front of the classroom.
"Good day," he said, in his oddly accented voice. "I am Mr. Ryder. Your Maths teacher has fallen ill, so I shall be your substitute for a while."
Will asked quickly, "For how long?"
"For as long as it takes Professor Williams to recover."
Will frowned. The Old One in him said, quite firmly, 'They made him sick. How, I don't know, but they made him sick.'
//So, Sign-Seeker. We meet again.// the Rider said in his head.
//What are you doing here, Rider? The Light banished you; you had no right to return.//
//All the right in the world Old One.// He abruptly switched to normal speech, "We'll be starting with the Quadratic Formula. Let's get to work, shall we?"
"You sure you're okay, mate?" asked Peter, peering cautiously at his friend as if afraid Will would collapse again.
"Actually, I'm feeling a bit peaky. I think I'm going to go lie down in the nurse's office." Will raised his voice, "Mr. Ryder? May I go to the nurse?"
"Of course."
Will grabbed his things and hurried out the door. When he was in the hallway, he let out his breath and slid to the floor. His heart was pounding and he could barely breathe. 'Merriman,' he thought forlornly, 'where are you?'
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CHAPTER ONE~CHAPTER ONE
Will was going to go insane. His sixth sense that allowed him to feel the Dark was going haywire. It kept spiking at inopportune moments and the relentless buzzing was getting on his nerves. He wandered around school in another world all his own; not even his friends could get through to him.
"Oy, Will. You still in there, mate?" Will mumbled something and his friend, Peter, smacked him on the back of the head. "Wake up Will. Get your head outta the clouds."
Will blinked and shook his head. "Sorry Pete. I had a weird night last night."
"Don't worry man. I forgive you for being a complete prat."
Will gave him a half-smile and then winced as his Dark-sense flared up again. "Will? Will, can you hear me?"
Will could vaguely hear Peter speaking, but the rushing in his head prevented him from responding. The Dark Rider had just walked through the door.
"Were you okay, Will? You blacked-out or something."
"I'm fine," said Will irritably, brushing Peter away. He kept his eyes on the Rider as the chestnut-haired man walked to the front of the classroom.
"Good day," he said, in his oddly accented voice. "I am Mr. Ryder. Your Maths teacher has fallen ill, so I shall be your substitute for a while."
Will asked quickly, "For how long?"
"For as long as it takes Professor Williams to recover."
Will frowned. The Old One in him said, quite firmly, 'They made him sick. How, I don't know, but they made him sick.'
//So, Sign-Seeker. We meet again.// the Rider said in his head.
//What are you doing here, Rider? The Light banished you; you had no right to return.//
//All the right in the world Old One.// He abruptly switched to normal speech, "We'll be starting with the Quadratic Formula. Let's get to work, shall we?"
"You sure you're okay, mate?" asked Peter, peering cautiously at his friend as if afraid Will would collapse again.
"Actually, I'm feeling a bit peaky. I think I'm going to go lie down in the nurse's office." Will raised his voice, "Mr. Ryder? May I go to the nurse?"
"Of course."
Will grabbed his things and hurried out the door. When he was in the hallway, he let out his breath and slid to the floor. His heart was pounding and he could barely breathe. 'Merriman,' he thought forlornly, 'where are you?'
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