Chapter III- Dial Tone

Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.
Arthur Erickson

For the second time that day, Will awoke up to sound of Dorian's voice.

"Wake up Will!"

Will opened his eyes, the light was so intense that he was forced to close them. His head was lying on the small desk in front of him, his dark hair falling across his face.

"Geez mate, just how late did you get home last night? I thought you liked biology…"

Will tried once again to open his eyes, this time with much more success. After processing what had happened he turned his attention to the window only to see that the mysterious cloaked man was no longer there. "Do you think you can give my paper to Professor. Bilton? I've to go do something."

He quickly pulled out a white blur from his bag and handed it to Dorian, before walking out of the building. Leaving Dorian standing with a very confused look on his face.

He made his way to the nearest payphone. Something was very wrong and he need to make sure everything was ok. He walked across campus, the cool wind hitting his face, his mind on one thing. Once he reached the pay phone his finger stumbled to dial the numbers and waited impatiently for someone to pick up.

"Hello? Parry residence." Said a female voice.

"Hello Lisa? It's Will. May I speak to my mother?" Will said quickly, while looking around to make sure no one was watching him.

"Yes, of course." Lisa, his mother's nurse, answered. "I'll go and get her."

Will waited to hear his mother's sweet voice on the other side of the line and prayed that nothing was wrong.

"Hello?" a faint voice said.

"Mother? It's me Will. I just wanted to mak-"

"Will dear, your father was here last night. We had a wonderful time." She interrupted.

Will sighed softly. His mother's condition seemed to be getting worst over time. Over the last few months she hadn't been able to tell the difference between Will and his father. Will had to admit that he did look a lot like his father. They had the same strong jaw, same body type and the same piercing gaze but for a mother not being able to recognize her own son…

"Really mother? I wish I could have been there." He said, seeing no point in telling her that in fact he had. "I just wanted to know if you were ok."

"Yes dear. I'm fine. Don't forget to pick up some eggs; I'll be making an omelet for Will when he gets home from school."

"Yes dear I'll tell him." Will said a serious look appearing on his face "Have a nice rest of a day."

"Oh, I will. Love you dear." She said in a cheerful voice and before Will could answer he heard the dial tone. He stood holding the receiver for what seemed to be forever. After a few deep breaths he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small scrap of paper and a handful of change.

He dialed o long series of numbers before he finally heard the ring.

"Estou sim?" a strange male voice said.

"Um, I would like to speak to Mary Malone please." He said very slowly.

"Ah, sim. Um momento porfavor." The voice said.

Will hoped that they had gone to get Mary. Mary had gone to spend 3 weeks in Portugal, in order to get to know herself again. She had given Will the phone number of a friend's house just in case of an emergency.

"Hellooo?" a familiar voice said cheerfully.

"Mary? Are you ok?" Will asked anxiously.

"Will?" she asked, the cheerfulness gone from her voice "I'm fine, but what's going on? Is something wrong? Are you ok? Is everything alright with your mother?"

Will sighed and started to tell her about what he had seen. He decided not to tell her about the dreams. He felt it was one of those things that he'd rather keep to himself.

"Oh dear." She said in a worried tone. "Well maybe it's all the stress, school, your mother. You wouldn't be the first person to faint under pressure."

Will brushed his hair of his face in frustration. He wasn't sure what sort of answer he was looking for, but that wasn't it.

"Mary you don't understand it's something el-" he started to say but before he could continue a new voice appeared a man's which was incredibly deep.

"Will Parry you are the one. The only one. You are the one who will put things back in motion. Only you. Who will be the bringer of sin to more worlds than one. Only you."

Will almost dropped the receiver in shock, but when he recovered he gripped it fiercely. "Who the hell is this?" he asked.

"Will?" Mary asked "Are you ok? I sort of lost you there. I would think Lisbon would have a better phone line connection…"

"Didn't you hear it?" Will asked confused.

"Hear what Will?"

Will looked around once again, as a feeling of worry filled his being. "Look Mary, I've got to go. See you soon." He said before hanging up.

Will leaned up against the pay phone box, repeating to himself what the voice had said.

He was the one.

He rushed back to his flat, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his face. He needed o talk to Kirjava. If nothing was wrong in his world, than something he had feared for 7 years was happening.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hi guys!

First of all, I'm truly surprised that actually anyone is reading this. I decided to write this because I was very unsatisfied by the way the Amber Spyglass ended, but I never thought anyone would actually gave their opinion on that I wrote!

So thank you all so very much.

Now about my spelling…

I'm an awfull speller. I always have been.

That's really all I can say. I always double check my work (something I hate doing) but a lot of things tend to get past me. I'll try and do a better job from no one. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I know I did.

Cheers,

Victoria.

(believe it or not, my real name is not no-need-for-applause :b)