A/N: This chapter is oddly short - not in length, but as in not much happens
yet. S'probably because I'm exhausted, thanks to shoveling snow for hours.
Stupid snowstorm - we had more then two feet that needed to be cleared.
Will felt the pictures rush at him backwards.
Slipping away from the tree after Bran's sword placed the new, uncut silver bud back in it's place. Sitting on the train rushing backwards. Back into the Lost Land now - the waters ceased and soon he was on his horse, riding with Bran.
"Not so pretty as Jane, that one who threw it."
The silent rush had halted suddenly. Will had not reached far back enough to remember Jane.
"As who?" Will said.
"Jane Drew. Don't you think she's pretty, then?"
Oh. spoke Will's mind. Right...I remember Jane.
And it all came backwards again. Flowing over him rapidly, making up for lost time. It was quickly becoming too fast to distinguish anything but flashes of light and one image of a beautiful golden harp.
Ah...thats right. There they were - Simon, Jane, and Barney. In a half second he knew more about them then their parents probably did. The images came as such until he had regained what he had lost. The only problem was that his head was killing him.
Finally he awoke and felt Simon and his father pulling him to his feet. His eyes had rolled back into his head earlier, but they finally had turned around again, giving instead a cold stare - weathered eyes in a yound body.
"Ah...Simon and Mr. Drew." he said calmly. He slipped between them and back toward the car while both eyed him curiously. Both were finally experiencing that strange tug of the mind that Barney and Jane had already been exposed to.
"I heard someone call my name," he said out loud while peering into the car. His eyes slid over Barney and his very pale mother, and then he spotted Jane and looked away rather too quickly. He finally noticed the familar stare Barney was giving him, and so he stepped to the other side of the car and let Barney open the window.
"Will," Barney whispered softly, as if he was afraid he would wake someone up. "Why can I remember? Are they back?"
"No!" Will replied too quickly, almost with a laugh. "No, they cannot be back." He blinked and frowned. "But I think some of their treachery may remain." He glanced up to Jane. "Does she remember?"
Barney shook his head. "I only came back just now, she knows very little still." Jane was somewhat frozen in her cold stare at Will, she had no idea how to act in such a position. Mrs. Drew was pretending to be very interested in the gas gauge.
"That," Will spoke suddenly, "Can be fixed."
All the lights in the car blinked off, the wind died down. Jane suddenly felt exceedingly alone.
Off in a hall of Light sat old Merlion. His hood was pulled over his head, his age - which had been ever present - now stood out like a sore thumb. He had hoped Will would not have to use any more precious magic on Jane, but he could see that the bond he had placed on Jane's mind had been stronger then what he had to do to the boys. Jane had always been constantly aware of Will's presence, as if every action was done for the benifit of It would take a strong force to make Jane ever forget Will again.
He decided not to dwell on the subject long. Bran might be a problem. The boy was alone in Wales without anyone to help him with the secrets that lay untapped within his mind. And his bond had been the most powerful of all, it had to strip him of his birthright as well as his memory.
Who could he call upon? The Lady's strength was fading as the Well emptied, and Bran's father was not the type you used for such important matters. Besides, to have anyone travel at all would use drops of the Well's magic that Meririman could not afford to waste.
So instead he came back to the orb he had been by before, the one that let him watch the world. He had not used it for ages...but he now called the picture of Bran into the glass sphere.
To his surprise, the White Crow stood upon the cliff face overlooking Llyn Mwyngil, the pleasant lake. The wind rushed around him as he stared, eyes penetrating the water. Merriman grinned. It would take only a small enchantment to be sure of Bran's return.
Slowly, in a voice that sounded like it had not been used in ages, he mumbled the words of an enchantment. And the harp, lying at the bottom of the lake, began to play softly.
Bran's ears perked at the crystal clear sound reverbrating from the lake. The sound rippled on the water and into the air in an achingly sweet cry of calm. The lilting notes caused the whole scene to become vividly perfect. Bran stared at the water, becoming painfully aware of the sacrifice he had made to be in this place again. It did not come as a rush of images or a tug in the back of his mind - rather as if a second pair of eyelids had opened up behind his own for the first time. He merely came to be aware of who he was and what he had been destined to do.
There was much more of a presence around Bran suddenly - the feeling the Drews had described as making them feel like bowing to the strangely regal figure. As Merriman eased the enchantment away, the sharp, vivid quality faded from his surroundings, but never left the figure standing on the cliff. Merriman used the last bit of magic he could afford to waste on one mind.
"Go!" He spoke into Bran's mind. "I will call you when you are needed."
Bran nodded to himself and walked cooly away from the scene of the pleasant lake, back to the Clwyd Farm he now saw was not his natural home.
A/N: It might sound like a stupid coincidence that Bran happened to be by Tal y Llyn ^^; Lets just say he was beginning to remember on his own, or at least feel like something was below the waters that had once commanded his attention, k? I'm too lazy to write that in there so I just felt like noticing it. Reviewers will get nice Will-shaped cookies.
Will felt the pictures rush at him backwards.
Slipping away from the tree after Bran's sword placed the new, uncut silver bud back in it's place. Sitting on the train rushing backwards. Back into the Lost Land now - the waters ceased and soon he was on his horse, riding with Bran.
"Not so pretty as Jane, that one who threw it."
The silent rush had halted suddenly. Will had not reached far back enough to remember Jane.
"As who?" Will said.
"Jane Drew. Don't you think she's pretty, then?"
Oh. spoke Will's mind. Right...I remember Jane.
And it all came backwards again. Flowing over him rapidly, making up for lost time. It was quickly becoming too fast to distinguish anything but flashes of light and one image of a beautiful golden harp.
Ah...thats right. There they were - Simon, Jane, and Barney. In a half second he knew more about them then their parents probably did. The images came as such until he had regained what he had lost. The only problem was that his head was killing him.
Finally he awoke and felt Simon and his father pulling him to his feet. His eyes had rolled back into his head earlier, but they finally had turned around again, giving instead a cold stare - weathered eyes in a yound body.
"Ah...Simon and Mr. Drew." he said calmly. He slipped between them and back toward the car while both eyed him curiously. Both were finally experiencing that strange tug of the mind that Barney and Jane had already been exposed to.
"I heard someone call my name," he said out loud while peering into the car. His eyes slid over Barney and his very pale mother, and then he spotted Jane and looked away rather too quickly. He finally noticed the familar stare Barney was giving him, and so he stepped to the other side of the car and let Barney open the window.
"Will," Barney whispered softly, as if he was afraid he would wake someone up. "Why can I remember? Are they back?"
"No!" Will replied too quickly, almost with a laugh. "No, they cannot be back." He blinked and frowned. "But I think some of their treachery may remain." He glanced up to Jane. "Does she remember?"
Barney shook his head. "I only came back just now, she knows very little still." Jane was somewhat frozen in her cold stare at Will, she had no idea how to act in such a position. Mrs. Drew was pretending to be very interested in the gas gauge.
"That," Will spoke suddenly, "Can be fixed."
All the lights in the car blinked off, the wind died down. Jane suddenly felt exceedingly alone.
Off in a hall of Light sat old Merlion. His hood was pulled over his head, his age - which had been ever present - now stood out like a sore thumb. He had hoped Will would not have to use any more precious magic on Jane, but he could see that the bond he had placed on Jane's mind had been stronger then what he had to do to the boys. Jane had always been constantly aware of Will's presence, as if every action was done for the benifit of It would take a strong force to make Jane ever forget Will again.
He decided not to dwell on the subject long. Bran might be a problem. The boy was alone in Wales without anyone to help him with the secrets that lay untapped within his mind. And his bond had been the most powerful of all, it had to strip him of his birthright as well as his memory.
Who could he call upon? The Lady's strength was fading as the Well emptied, and Bran's father was not the type you used for such important matters. Besides, to have anyone travel at all would use drops of the Well's magic that Meririman could not afford to waste.
So instead he came back to the orb he had been by before, the one that let him watch the world. He had not used it for ages...but he now called the picture of Bran into the glass sphere.
To his surprise, the White Crow stood upon the cliff face overlooking Llyn Mwyngil, the pleasant lake. The wind rushed around him as he stared, eyes penetrating the water. Merriman grinned. It would take only a small enchantment to be sure of Bran's return.
Slowly, in a voice that sounded like it had not been used in ages, he mumbled the words of an enchantment. And the harp, lying at the bottom of the lake, began to play softly.
Bran's ears perked at the crystal clear sound reverbrating from the lake. The sound rippled on the water and into the air in an achingly sweet cry of calm. The lilting notes caused the whole scene to become vividly perfect. Bran stared at the water, becoming painfully aware of the sacrifice he had made to be in this place again. It did not come as a rush of images or a tug in the back of his mind - rather as if a second pair of eyelids had opened up behind his own for the first time. He merely came to be aware of who he was and what he had been destined to do.
There was much more of a presence around Bran suddenly - the feeling the Drews had described as making them feel like bowing to the strangely regal figure. As Merriman eased the enchantment away, the sharp, vivid quality faded from his surroundings, but never left the figure standing on the cliff. Merriman used the last bit of magic he could afford to waste on one mind.
"Go!" He spoke into Bran's mind. "I will call you when you are needed."
Bran nodded to himself and walked cooly away from the scene of the pleasant lake, back to the Clwyd Farm he now saw was not his natural home.
A/N: It might sound like a stupid coincidence that Bran happened to be by Tal y Llyn ^^; Lets just say he was beginning to remember on his own, or at least feel like something was below the waters that had once commanded his attention, k? I'm too lazy to write that in there so I just felt like noticing it. Reviewers will get nice Will-shaped cookies.