Will winces as he happens to glance out the window. The sight of the void disturbed him in a way he could not put in words. And if he wished to avoid a terrible headache it was probably best to step away now. Rubbing at his forehead and shielding his eyes, he moves into the center of the car.
One would think, Will thinks to himself, that something such as this would not bother him. In his own world he knew the way to the hidden paths behind the stars and he had ridden on a comet's tail.
But something in the void... There was a wrongness in it, although he could not say whether the wrongness was in himself or in the void.
2. Team One Will was presented with a rather difficult problem.
His purpose now was to be the Watchman. He was to watch. Watch, and not interfere. For the world belonged to men now, and it had never been the Light's purpose to influence their decisions.
But this wasn't his world. And the village was being attacked by creatures who, while not of the Dark, were clearly of a dark.
What was his purpose here? Why had the Light sent him here?
And in the end, the decision is taken away from him, as a goblin leaps out at him in an obvious attack. Will frowns vaguely at it and mutters a word of the Old Speech under his breath, calling up a bright clear flame to his hand in defense.
Will Stanton | The Dark is Rising
Will winces as he happens to glance out the window. The sight of the void disturbed him in a way he could not put in words. And if he wished to avoid a terrible headache it was probably best to step away now. Rubbing at his forehead and shielding his eyes, he moves into the center of the car.
One would think, Will thinks to himself, that something such as this would not bother him. In his own world he knew the way to the hidden paths behind the stars and he had ridden on a comet's tail.
But something in the void... There was a wrongness in it, although he could not say whether the wrongness was in himself or in the void.
2. Team One
Will was presented with a rather difficult problem.
His purpose now was to be the Watchman. He was to watch. Watch, and not interfere. For the world belonged to men now, and it had never been the Light's purpose to influence their decisions.
But this wasn't his world. And the village was being attacked by creatures who, while not of the Dark, were clearly of a dark.
What was his purpose here? Why had the Light sent him here?
And in the end, the decision is taken away from him, as a goblin leaps out at him in an obvious attack. Will frowns vaguely at it and mutters a word of the Old Speech under his breath, calling up a bright clear flame to his hand in defense.