Chapter One: The Dream

Webby woke up to the feeling of warmth. It came from her toes, and built it's way up her body. The heat enveloped her completely. It wasn't painful or overbearing. If anything, it comforted her. She rolled over to see a woman sitting on the edge of her bed. The woman smiled and sat herself in front of Webby cross-legged.

Don't turn the light on, Webby. You have to finish this.

Webby pushed the blanket off of her and sat in front of her the same way.

Maybe this is the future me? Webby thought to herself as she examined the woman in the dark. She was slender, but athletic. She had long, straight white hair that draped over her shoulders and back like an angel. That is, if angels wore black tank tops and jeans. Webby took in all she could about her so she could draw her out to show the boys. She took note of the curve of her face how she smiled.

Wait, why is she smiling?

The woman was smiling gently at Webby. Her eyes looked glazed with something Webby could feel but not put into words.

"Hi. I'm Webby."

The woman's smile turned into a giggle.

It's working! She's not leaving! Quick, get what you need to know before she runs off again!

"What's your name?"

The woman stopped giggling. She turned around and pulled something from behind her back.

"Are you going to give me something?"

Webby held out her hands and closed her eyes. This was the furthest she had gone with her in months. Webby was giddy. She could feel herself ready to jump up and down, but she took a deep breath to center herself. Whatever this woman wanted, it was to help her.

The woman put the item in Webby's hands. It was small, but soft and light. Webby opened her eyes.

Bows?

Two small hair bows rested in her hands side by side. Webby brought them to her face to examine them better in the dark.

A pink hair bow…and a purple one?

The woman got up and walked toward the door.

"Wait! Don't go! I don't understand!"

Webby put the bows on the bed and put her foot down to climb down the bed. As soon as her foot touched the floor, the room shook. Webby brought herself back up the bed. The shaking stopped.

I can't follow her…this is how it ends.

The woman turned around and smiled. She opened the door and a glowing, golden light filled the room, blinding Webby. Webby felt a gust of wind blow into the room. Webby squinted towards the door to see the woman's once sleek and pin straight hair whipping feverishly in the wind. The woman turned to Webby. This time she wasn't smiling. Tears rolled down her face.

"I'm sorry." She told her.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Webby screamed over the gusts of wind that flew into the room. The woman turned and slowly began to step out through the door.

Screw it! I want to know!

Webby jumped out of the bed. The room vibrated intensely beneath her feet. Webby ran to the woman and grabbed her right hand wrist.

"What are you sorry for-" the woman's hair flew up in an instant. Her right shoulder began to glow, revealing a swirling sun tattoo with five rays.

"I'm sorry, " the woman said. "I'll come back. I promise." The woman took her hand from Webby and walked out the door.

The room shook uncontrollably, knocking the books off of the shelves. The walls and ceiling began to crack, pieces falling down upon the room. Drawers chucked themselves out of the dressers, falling all over the floors. The pins on her conspiracy board wiggled themselves off, setting loose all the papers and photos fly. Webby ducked and rolled out of the way of the falling shelves and onto her bed, grabbing the bows.

"I'm back in the bed! You can stop trying to earthquake me to death!" The room shook even harder. Webby clutched the bows to her chest and shuffled herself to her headboard. Webby curled herself up into a ball.

Webby felt the fear freeze her body. Webby never let fear get to her, but there was something that held her down.

Why can't I move?

The forever fearless Webby Vanderquack, frozen with fear? It was unbelievable. The room shook even harder cracking the floor open and rising the bed up, turning it to its side. Webby slipped and fell down the side of the bed…

THUD!

Webby hit the floor of her bedroom, wrapped up in her blanket. She sat upright and looked at her hands.

The bows! Where are they?

Webby tossed the blanket off and searched through her bed, tossing her pillows onto the floor. She crawled under the bed, and kicked out some toys and a half opened duffle bag filled with a tool kit, extra pair of night vision goggles and various other adventure necessities. She shuffled her body out from the bed and sighed.

Wait, Webby. Why are you looking for the bows? It was a dream.

Webby sat up and dusted off her pajamas. She looked at the clock. 6:45 am. Saturday. Granny would be up in 15 minutes to start getting ready and make breakfast. 15 minutes to tell the boys everything. Webby got up and rushed out into the hall.

I got farther this time. I have more answers now. I just don't know what they mean.