As I said before this world belongs to Mercedes Lackey only this story is mine. This is sort of a prequel to The Nature of the beast. When I wrote that story I got the feeling that the story of how the town ended up as Newhaven would be interesting.
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Chapter 1 The Herald's are Coming
Raver sat on the slate roof, his arms around his legs and his head propped on his knees. Bored, that's what he was. He wished that something exciting would happen. But those things only happened in the tales the bards told when they passed through Olhaven.
"Raver" he stiffened as he heard the shout on the wind. "Raverlon, where is that boy". He lay back on the roof and waited for his mother to leave. It wasn't that he didn't want to come, even chores were better than boredom, it was that he knew he would be in big trouble if she caught him up on the roof.
She hadn't caught on yet, but he often came up here to think or get away from the teasing of Hermal and his friends. They didn't dare hurt him directly, being that he was the mayor's son, but they were inventive in finding other ways to make his life miserable.
The latest was to call him a witchboy, in the last two years he had been seeing, well dreams or visions. And he thought with a frown they always came true. He had made the mistake of telling his parents and now the whole town knew.
They didn't say anything directly about the mayor's son, but he noticed the looks . And now, well it was getting a little better as he had been getting good at predicting the weather. At least it was with the adults..
He thought about the latest vision he had been seeing. He hadn't told anyone about it because, he didn't understand it himself. It was about a place he had never seen before. A big room and in it he saw two people in white, a man and a woman. Though the seemed on the surface to be calm, he could tell they were nervous and he had a bad feeling about what was going to happen.
He knew it was a vision because of the feeling he always got when he had one. He sat up a bit and looked beyond the edge of the roof, good, she was gone. He turned over and on his knees, he crawled over the top of the roof and down to the other side , where the large limb of a tree overhung the roof of his house.
Reaching up he grabbed the branch and pulled himself up. It didn't take long to climb down to the ground, he dropped the last few feet and turned, his heart jumping to his throat. His sister Carra stood watching him.
She shook her head and said "Ma sent me out to look for you, she wants to get ready for when the Herald's pass through, they should be here tomorrow".
He frowned "Why, they aren't Hardornan anyway, who cares".
She shook his shoulder and said " Their princess is to marry our prince, then we'll be one land". She gave him a look "You'd better not let ma catch you climbing the roof".
"You're not going to tell are you" he asked worried.
She sighed and shook her head "No, I should, but no, ma doesn't need any more stress right now".
"Good" he said relieved, then he evaded her hand and ran to the back door. "Thanks" he said over his shoulder as he pulled open the door.