Previously on The Legend of Fans:

The first day of school for Liz has been more of an adventure than she planned. Turns out Liz's old enemy, Sebastian, is in the same school, as well as a strange new kid who has suddenly appeared. Liz's friends Sabrina, Katie, and Roy also go to the same high school. After a sudden storm blows all over the town, Liz has a strange dream about needing to save the world. She shrugs it off, thinking it's only a side effect of playing games into the late hours of the night.

In the beginning part 2 –

I am walking with my friend, Sabrina, down the hall at school.

"I mean," she says, "Sebastian's not like War at all."

"Have you played Darksiders?" I snort, "I think he's definitely more like War than anyone else. It's like he built to strategize the best way to pick at someone's weak point... Plus his attitude."

Sebastian bumps into my shoulder hard as he walks down the hall. I huff in pain rubbing my shoulder. It's probably going to bruise easily...

"Shouldn't you tell a teacher or something?" Sabrina asks.

I shrug then wince, "Won't make a difference...what are they going to do to him? Send him to detention? He enjoys it in there...it's a reward for him."

I expected to struggle to open my locker again, but it seems to open easier than last time. Perhaps I've remembered the combination better than last year's combination. High school had become what it usually is for me; a day to mindlessly shuffle like a zombie from class to class and half listen to the teachers while I doodle on my homework. Often I have to ask for my homework back because I like the awesome doodles that I really took time to work on. Sometimes...I don't get them back... Art class was the only class I ever paid attention in. Mainly because the creepy red haired kid in the back kept me on edge. I don't know what is was about him, but perhaps it was simply because I didn't know him that well.

"Mr. Gary," the teachers sharp cry made me nearly jump from my seat, "why don't you show us the different color patterns on this color wheel?"

The kid in the back of the room shuffles to the front pointing out the different color patterns I already knew about from studying how to draw books. The class seems to go silent from his gaze then they calm when he goes back to his seat. I still couldn't figure this guy out.

By lunch, Roy is telling us all about a dream he had.

"Look," he insists, "when I have realistic dreams like that it means something is going to happen. I just know it."

"Sure, like you're going to turn into Mario right now and disappear into a pipe," Katie mumbles and she was probably the only one at our table who didn't play video games.

Katie lived outside of town a ways and got up way early in the morning to feed the animals at the ranch. She didn't have a TV or fancy electronics like most kids nowadays have. I think she liked it that way, cut off from the city.

"It's not the first time," Sabrina says softly, "You've had lots of dreams like that..."

Sabrina lived with her grandparents like a lot of the kids from the same generation as mine. Her parents were in the middle of some divorce thing and didn't want her to get involved. She was already such a gentle and fragile soul. Roy gives up on trying to put his point across.

"You believe me, don't you Liz?" he asks me.

I shake my head rubbing my eyebrow, "What are the chances of the world really being in danger from some evil being?"

"Yeah, you're right."

Then, something that I had been dreading, hoping that it would never actually happen, actually happened. I missed the bus. I was hardly late to anything even when I would rush to school or to class. It was the first time I had missed the bus on the excuse of falling asleep in class. Now I would have to walk home. Luckily, it wasn't a long walk, but it still began to grow dark as I entered the quiet empty streets of my neighborhood. Naturally paranoid in the dark, I constantly kept watch around me as I walked. Every sound had me on edge till I said to myself, "Look now, you've known this neighborhood all your life. Nothing bad will ever happen. Ever."

Without warning, a dark shape suddenly appears in front of me. I freeze unsure what it is and am afraid to approach. Then it charges. Instead of fleeing like most would, I summon the courage to stay put and face it. It seems to slow in its charge out of confusion then disappears into the ground. I look around wildly then it reappears behind me. I swing around ready to defend myself as a sword appears in my hand. I stab at the creature and it melts away bursting into smoke, I study the sword in disbelief. It fades away before I can get a better look at it.

I blink, "what was that..."

A homeless old man wanders from the shadows. He wears a thick fur hoodie that almost looks like feathers. His hood covers his eyes.

"That was a heartless," he rasps, "seems the dimensional strain is much worse than imagined if one of the seven is affected."

"The dimensional what?" I say and think, 'this guy is nuts.'

"The seven of legend," the old man insists, "the prophecy. You must be one of them if you can summon a blade to your defense."

I back away, "right...this is just some crazy dream or the dark playing tricks on my mind."

The old man comes closer his breath smells bad; "It's no trick. Time and Space has been warped. Danger lurks everywhere. If you value your innocence, you will not miss the bus again, young warrior."

"Hey, how did you know I missed the bus?"

But the old man had vanished and a crow caws loudly up in a tree lining the street. It flies off vanishing as I shiver from a sudden cold wind.

"Crows don't fly after dark," I think, "Do they?"