Title: North Of Nowhere, But Still We're Somewhere
Author: Norah-hunt
Summary: Will Stanton and Bran Davies go up north as exchange students to a small town in Manitoba, Canada called the Pas. There, they meet a girl named Winnie who is hosting in them in her home. Unexpectedly, the Dark has gained back control and Will, Bran and Winnie are in for the adventure of their lifetimes. It will take all of Will, Bran and Winnies combined skills to beat back the dark once and for all. Please Read and Review! This is my first attempt at a fic, although I've read a lot.
Disclaimer: I wish every single last bit of the Dark Is Rising was mine, but alas, that is not the case. Anyways, it all belongs to the talented Susan Cooper. Bubye
*****
A time will come, a dawn will rise,
When folk of Old, must save men's lives,
Or taste the bitter zest of death,
As Dark and shadow hiss a breath,
Will Stanton, Last of the Old Ones, was finally here. For weeks he had planned it. Deviously manipulating his parents so that they would let him go. He pleaded, he shouted, begged them. And yes, he did go.
Will looked out the small window of the plane in which he sat. The sky was cloudless, a pure blanket of azure, resting gently on his shoulders. Birds too far above his head to be identified soared gracefully in a world with no boundaries. A world where anything was possible and there was no reason to fear.
On the ground, however, it was not so peaceful, not so free. It was tiny and cramped, a small runway and airport huddled close to each other, because beyond them, a great forest loomed. Tangle branches clashed with one another, creating shadows and blocking all but a little light. The forest was threatening and powerful, Will could feel it.
The soft thud of the airplane wheels touching the ground swiftly brought Will's attention back and away from the dark and beautiful outdoors. Feigning a tired smile he looked over at his pale white-haired friend, Bran, who was sitting next to him. Bran returned the smile, his teeth looking eerily white against his sallow lips. The only pigment that coloured Bran's pale ghostly features were his eyes. Tawny and gold, they were, flecked with a medley of an earthy brown. But hidden, they were, behind a dark pair of sunglasses to protect them from the painful glare of the sun.
It had been a long day. Both had been up at the crack of dawn, and hustled off to the Gatwick airport in London. (A/N I'm not sure if that's the London airport but I'm too lazy to look it up. Please bear with me.) Once there they said their tearful goodbyes to Mrs. Stanton, Will's mother and quickly squeezed through security so as not to miss there flight. The flight was long and boring, with narrow, hard seats and bad food, and throughout it all, Will was plagued with a sense that there was more to this trip that was yet to be discovered. His senses as an Old One, tingled, the sensation growing ever stronger as they neared their final destination. He could not tell if he was being warned of an upcoming danger or an upcoming quest. He would wait and see.
"Come on then," Bran's Welch voiced lilted, "We'd best get moving or we'll be left on board." Embarrassed, Will swam out of the sea of his thoughts to see that they and another man were the ones left on the plane. "Yes," Will agreed, and made a move to stand up.
The plane they took was small, not like the huge commercial plane they had ridden across the Atlantic Ocean, and they had to use small steps to get out. As they made their way down, a plump friendly flight attendant smiled cheerily at them. "Welcome to The Pas, Manitoba, boys. There isn't a more beautiful place in all of Canada." They thanked her politely for a pleasant flight and turned towards the airport doors.
Inside the airport was just as tight and small as outside. A tiny desk, car rental station and a couple of chairs were all that could be crammed in. Amid the other passengers which gathered around a small counter where there luggage was being deposited, Will could make out a pair a pair of women. Both tall, one a women in her late forties and the other a teenage girl of about Will's age. The woman was holding a large sign that said in bold, black letters: Will Stanton & Bran Davies (A/N Davies is Bran's last name right?).
Bran nudged Will in the ribs, nodding towards two women. "This is it," he said, "Our new family for the next year. Let's go meet them."
Will and Bran fought there way through the little, but tightly packed crowd of travelers. Finally, they reached the pair. Both wore enthusiastic smiles and looked excited to see them.
Will tried to do the same, but his tired face wouldn't mold into a convincing smile. All he managed was a pathetic half smile, with only one side of his mouth curved slightly upwards.
"Hello," the older woman said, "You must be the exchange students from England and Whales." Her eyes twinkled, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Lorie, and this is my daughter Winnie."
Will and looked over at Winnie. Her dark, almost navy blue eyes were friendly and the peered back at him with interest. Will's senses gave a sharp twinge and he knew that he, Winnie and Bran were going to be in for a long hard ride.
PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU WOULD!!!!!!!!! THIS IS MY FIRST TRY AT A FIC!!!!!!! SO I WANT SOME FEED BACK!!! I'm OPEN TO FLAMES, CRTICISM, PRAISE, WHATEVER, BUT PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!!
IT"S What'll MOTIVATE ME TO WRITE MORE!!!!!! Bubye
Author: Norah-hunt
Summary: Will Stanton and Bran Davies go up north as exchange students to a small town in Manitoba, Canada called the Pas. There, they meet a girl named Winnie who is hosting in them in her home. Unexpectedly, the Dark has gained back control and Will, Bran and Winnie are in for the adventure of their lifetimes. It will take all of Will, Bran and Winnies combined skills to beat back the dark once and for all. Please Read and Review! This is my first attempt at a fic, although I've read a lot.
Disclaimer: I wish every single last bit of the Dark Is Rising was mine, but alas, that is not the case. Anyways, it all belongs to the talented Susan Cooper. Bubye
*****
A time will come, a dawn will rise,
When folk of Old, must save men's lives,
Or taste the bitter zest of death,
As Dark and shadow hiss a breath,
Will Stanton, Last of the Old Ones, was finally here. For weeks he had planned it. Deviously manipulating his parents so that they would let him go. He pleaded, he shouted, begged them. And yes, he did go.
Will looked out the small window of the plane in which he sat. The sky was cloudless, a pure blanket of azure, resting gently on his shoulders. Birds too far above his head to be identified soared gracefully in a world with no boundaries. A world where anything was possible and there was no reason to fear.
On the ground, however, it was not so peaceful, not so free. It was tiny and cramped, a small runway and airport huddled close to each other, because beyond them, a great forest loomed. Tangle branches clashed with one another, creating shadows and blocking all but a little light. The forest was threatening and powerful, Will could feel it.
The soft thud of the airplane wheels touching the ground swiftly brought Will's attention back and away from the dark and beautiful outdoors. Feigning a tired smile he looked over at his pale white-haired friend, Bran, who was sitting next to him. Bran returned the smile, his teeth looking eerily white against his sallow lips. The only pigment that coloured Bran's pale ghostly features were his eyes. Tawny and gold, they were, flecked with a medley of an earthy brown. But hidden, they were, behind a dark pair of sunglasses to protect them from the painful glare of the sun.
It had been a long day. Both had been up at the crack of dawn, and hustled off to the Gatwick airport in London. (A/N I'm not sure if that's the London airport but I'm too lazy to look it up. Please bear with me.) Once there they said their tearful goodbyes to Mrs. Stanton, Will's mother and quickly squeezed through security so as not to miss there flight. The flight was long and boring, with narrow, hard seats and bad food, and throughout it all, Will was plagued with a sense that there was more to this trip that was yet to be discovered. His senses as an Old One, tingled, the sensation growing ever stronger as they neared their final destination. He could not tell if he was being warned of an upcoming danger or an upcoming quest. He would wait and see.
"Come on then," Bran's Welch voiced lilted, "We'd best get moving or we'll be left on board." Embarrassed, Will swam out of the sea of his thoughts to see that they and another man were the ones left on the plane. "Yes," Will agreed, and made a move to stand up.
The plane they took was small, not like the huge commercial plane they had ridden across the Atlantic Ocean, and they had to use small steps to get out. As they made their way down, a plump friendly flight attendant smiled cheerily at them. "Welcome to The Pas, Manitoba, boys. There isn't a more beautiful place in all of Canada." They thanked her politely for a pleasant flight and turned towards the airport doors.
Inside the airport was just as tight and small as outside. A tiny desk, car rental station and a couple of chairs were all that could be crammed in. Amid the other passengers which gathered around a small counter where there luggage was being deposited, Will could make out a pair a pair of women. Both tall, one a women in her late forties and the other a teenage girl of about Will's age. The woman was holding a large sign that said in bold, black letters: Will Stanton & Bran Davies (A/N Davies is Bran's last name right?).
Bran nudged Will in the ribs, nodding towards two women. "This is it," he said, "Our new family for the next year. Let's go meet them."
Will and Bran fought there way through the little, but tightly packed crowd of travelers. Finally, they reached the pair. Both wore enthusiastic smiles and looked excited to see them.
Will tried to do the same, but his tired face wouldn't mold into a convincing smile. All he managed was a pathetic half smile, with only one side of his mouth curved slightly upwards.
"Hello," the older woman said, "You must be the exchange students from England and Whales." Her eyes twinkled, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Lorie, and this is my daughter Winnie."
Will and looked over at Winnie. Her dark, almost navy blue eyes were friendly and the peered back at him with interest. Will's senses gave a sharp twinge and he knew that he, Winnie and Bran were going to be in for a long hard ride.
PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU WOULD!!!!!!!!! THIS IS MY FIRST TRY AT A FIC!!!!!!! SO I WANT SOME FEED BACK!!! I'm OPEN TO FLAMES, CRTICISM, PRAISE, WHATEVER, BUT PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!!
IT"S What'll MOTIVATE ME TO WRITE MORE!!!!!! Bubye