5 A New World (1/2)

Darkness. All that surrounded Will was a blackness that wouldn't lift for what seemed like an eternity. He had no difference in sight whether he shut his eyes or opened them, but the whole time he did what Michael had said and kept his head forward staring into the abyss. There was no sense of time, and even when Will tried to move a finger, it seemed as though he was paralyzed. He couldn't move a single finger let alone his head to take a better look around.

For what seemed like hours, there was nothing. But then, Will felt a drop of water land on his head. He didn't know what to think at the time seeing as though any new sensation within this abyss was a clue that he had almost made it. One drop led to two, and suddenly Will was enveloped by a storm. Noticing flashes in the darkness, Will noticed his eyes were closed. Being in the darkness for so long, he stopped thinking about seeing into it and shut his eyes.

When he finally opened his eyes and took a look around, he was astonished at the sight. He was in the middle of what looked like a desert. Nothing around for miles, besides a mountain. The same mountain he had seen in his dream. Realizing this, Will quickly turned around. Nothing was behind him.

With a sigh of relief, Will realized he was worried about the black figures following him. Seeing that he was alone, he was both relieved and worried. If he was alone, how was he supposed to meet up with Michael?

The mountain in his dream symbolized hope, as he was racing to get there before the cloaked men caught up to him. So Will decided that this was his landmark. The place in which held his salvation. He didn't know exactly why he thought this, but every time he looked upon it, it felt like a calming sensation enveloped him. It felt like the mountain was pulling him to it. Will looked around to see absolutely nothing else in the distance.

Will walked for a few hours, just to judge the distance between him and his landmark. No matter how far he walked, the mountain seemed to stay the same distance. Seeing as though it was a straight shot there, with no shelter and will was beginning to get hungry, he stopped.

Taking the bag off of his back, Will looked inside. Just as he did, his eyes grew big. Inside was completely black, as black as the abyss from which he came. Carefully, Will put his hand in the bag, expecting to feel something in which might be useful. He furrowed his brow, the bag was completely empty. He couldn't even touch the bottom of it for some reason. Will looked around the area, hoping to find a cave or at least some wood he may be able to use for a fire. With no such luck, he stood in the rain staring at the bag. 'If this keeps up, I'll die of hypothermia before I ever meet up with Michael,' Will thought as he stared at the blackness from within the bag.

Jonathan had left the bag near his car as he left for the final time. Will could only hope that it had everything he needed. His father had always been one to pack everything in case of any situation. The bag was completely empty. Just standing in the rain without any kind of protection was completely demoralizing, he felt completely idiotic having his hand in the bag while being soaked by the storm. 'You couldn't even pack me a rain coat?' Will thought with a slight annoyance, though in the span it took for him to think, a light fabric brushed his hand. Pulling it out, Will was astonished to see his father's weathered poncho from his army days.

Seeing the waterproof garment brought a smile to Will's eyes. This was proof that his dad really was looking out for him. He sent a silent thank you to his father, knowing of course he couldn't hear him, he turned his attention back to the bag. Placing his hand in the bag once more, Will searched around the inside. From what he could tell the bag was completely empty, but if that were true where did the poncho come from?

All he could think was maybe the bag was enchanted in some way. Will was embarrassed by the thought, but looking back on the fight Michael had with the wraiths, he couldn't leave any options out. When he wanted something to use for cover, the poncho appeared. 'Maybe it's enchanted to respond to my thoughts?' Will guessed while staring at the black leather bag.

Will decided to do some tests on the bag. 'Canteen,' he thought and suddenly there was a plastic container in his hand when he pulled it out. ”So the bag responds to a person's thoughts?” Will said aloud partially because he was alone and even the sound of his own voice comforted him, though it was nice to confirm his thoughts. He summoned up a list of items in which he needed. Wet weather gear which consisted of a rain coat and a pair of rain trousers, a two set sleeping bag which consisted of one warm cottony one and one waterproof liner. He also summoned up a sleeping pad. Taking a look at the canteen, it wasn't filled with water.

Will summoned up more canteens until he reached a total of ten, but when he tried for an eleventh, nothing happened. ”So there is a limit to what I can get.” Will said as he unscrewed all the lids. Using the poncho, will made a funnel and allowed the rain to funnel into each canteen. The process took quite a bit of time. After what seemed like hours, Will had ten full canteens.

Thinking of the stories Jonathan used to tell him about his army days and the gear he used while deployed, Will guessed that it would only give him what he needed. Ten canteens would be more than enough to keep him hydrated for at least a few days.