A Darkness With No Name // Book 1: The Warriors of Light

2: Big Guy Said What?

Song for this a-chapter: “Can’t Fight This Feeling” Glee Version. 

Ian glanced over Lucas’ shoulder and moved his mouth closer to Lucas’ ear.  “There’s a man who looks like a big black bad bolder over there.”

Lucas, after pausing for a moment to compliment Ian on that wonderful alliteration, slowly turned around, and to  Ian’s immense surprise, gave a small  wave.  The boulder gave a small wave back.  Ian glared at Lucas.  “You know that boulder?”

Lucas rolled his eyes for the second time in the past five minutes.   “Yes.  And ‘that boulder’ has a name.”

“Oh really?  Black Thunder?  Rolling Stones from Hell?”

“Actually, his name is David.”

“Oh.  Well, that’s an anti-climax.  Oh, God on high, that boulder can walk?  Why is it coming here?”

Lucas placed a hand on Ian’s shoulder, effectively shutting him up.  “Shut up,” he commented, for extra effect.  He finally opened the gate and dragged Ian out.  Ian blanched, freckles becoming more visible.  Lucas grabbed hold of his hand and led him to the wobbling, black hill of a guy striding at surprising speeds towards them.  The huge guy was in a black suit, and what he had in size he lacked in hair.  He was absolutely bald.   He had one of those fiddly ear-pieces to communicate with secret bases or whatnot.  Ian wondered if he was contacting his rock friends in Mountains and Friends Ltd.  He snickered slightly at the thought. 

Lucas glanced at him, his green eyes twinkling.  He knew Ian well enough to know that he sometimes escaped in little worlds of fantasy.  He looked up at the mighty man, and shouted, “Hi Dave! ‘Sup big man?”

“Master Jones,” David began, only to be interrupted by a spluttering Ian, who was performing his gaspwheezechoking at the fact that Lucas – Lucas – had been called ‘Master Jones’.  To say that David looked alarmed that the young man in front of him suddenly decided to die on his feet would be an understatement.   He tried to stem the tide by saying, “Master Lane—“, which only led to more laughter.  Finally, with tears pouring down Ian’s cheeks, he stopped and said, “Yes, Big Person, whaddya want?”

“I have a letter to give to you, Mas-“

“It’s Ian, please.”

“Very well.  Here you go,” said a very bemused David, while handing Ian an envelope that looked tiny in his giant hands.  Ian was too curious to comment on that, and he snatched the letter from his hands.  He turned it round, and froze.

Lucas detected this sudden change of mood, and he moved closer to Ian.  “What?” he asked gently,  “What is it?”

Ian swallowed.  “It’s my mother.  This is her handwriting.” 

Ian ripped the envelope with shaking hands.  He pulled the paper out, and instantly felt heat upon contact.

David had only just pulled Lucas back with a hurried, “Lucas, I suggest you move back,” when Ian stumbled and fell with a loud cry, and he lay still, pale and shaking uncontrollably.  Lucas gasped and pulled out of David’s grasp, falling down and gathering Ian in his arms, cradling him. 

He wasn’t as completely ignorant of Ian’s visions as Ian thought he was.  Unbeknownst to Ian, Lucas had known his mother much more then Ian himself. 

Meanwhile, Ian found himself in a very white room.  The first thing he shouted was “Dumbledore!”, then he thought about it and said, “Wait, what?”

He looked around for a while, and suddenly he saw someone.  He called out again: “Dumbledore?”, and then he heard a voice that made his heart stop.  “No silly.  It’s me.”