A/N: I dunna canna like the WRITER'S BLOCK!!!
As Will walked down the snowy Old Way, the cold cut through his usually warm jacket.
This was of the Dark. But Will couldn't see anyone else on the street. Not a soul.
Except… There, leaning up against the wall, was a girl.
Will wasn't sure if he'd ever seen her before, but somehow she gave off a familiar ominous feeling.
He walked up to her, the snow crunching beneath his boots.
Her gold eyes meeting his, the girl flashed him a grin, then said: "Hey there, Will."
Will tilted his head, wondering if he should remember her...
"Do I… know you?" he asked, feeling slightly foolish. The girl just laughed and gave a wink.
"Oh, I've heard a few things… Mainly from your brother, Robin..."
The girl laughed again, shaking her head at Will's expression.
"Don't worry. Nothing TOO embarrassing… Just your basics, of course. Who you are, minor habits…" She fiddled with her single braid, a spider ring glinting on her left pinky.
Will felt a familiar warmth in his fleece pocket, and set his hand on the book.
The girl gave him a strange look, but replaced it with a smile.
"Well… Odd weather we're having, isn't it?" Will said cheerfully, trying to keep the awkwardness out of this dream…
The girl just shrugged.
"I suppose, if you like riding in the dark."
Will's head snapped up at that last word, and saw that the Way was now shadowed, making it even colder, the rooks screaming madly overhead.
Will looked back to the girl, but now she was walking away.
"Wait!" Will caught up to her, grabbing her arm.
The girl looked at his hand with a raised eyebrow, then at his face. For some reason, that look made him let go, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him close, and hissed:
"There is something wrong with this world, Will Stanton. You'd do well to keep watch, and gather protection"
END DREAM SEQUENCE
Will woke in a cold sweat.
He looked up out his bedroom window. There wasn't a single coud in the night sky.
It had been ages since he had been contacted in a dream and that was only the second time, but the feeling never changed. He was in danger. The world was in danger.
He needed the Six Signs of the Light.
