Mitch groaned as his eyes cracked open, a small pain resonating in his head. He sat up in his bed with a loud yawn as he stretched, his wings stretching out as well. He looked around his room, half expecting to see Ian and Jerome, but the two weren't there.

Mitch quickly swung his legs over the side of the bed, reaching for his hoodie, which was sitting on his desk. He quickly put it on, and his gaze wandered to the window (he had called someone to fix it), and he was surprised to see that the sun was setting, the sky painted a dark orange.

"Shoot..." He muttered to himself. He had remembered that it was early in the morning when he had knocked out from the killer headache. Now that I think about it... If that was another vision... Then that means that I'm gonna get hurt, doesn't it? Mitch thought to himself.

Mitch had remembered what the voice had said at the end of the dream. "The white-winged warrior will be bathed in fire." As vague as the rest of the message was, Mitch knew for a fact that it was referring to him. Who else has big white wings like me? Mitch thought. I just hope that the 'bathed in fire' thing isn't literal...

Mitch tried to push the thought of his head. The Minecraft icon on his computer caught his eye, and he walked over to his desk and plopped into his spinning chair. I could record a video... To get my mind off of things. I can always go flying later. He thought as he opened his Skype. He scrolled through the names he had saved onto his Skype, wondering who might want to record with him. He kept scrolling through the list until one name caught his eye.

"I wonder... Would he record with me? We've only played together once or twice..." He said to himself as he stared at the name. He eventually made up his mind, and pressed the call button next to his name.

It took a few seconds, and Mitch was about to hang up and call someone else when he heard a voice through his headset.

"Hey Mitch, it's been a while! What's goin' on?" The person on the other end said in a cheerful tone, a thick accent lacing his voice.

Mitch silently sighed in relief that he had answered, and tried to keep the nervousness out of his voice as he spoke.

"Hey Lachlan, you wanna play some Minecraft?"

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Ian growled angrily as he pounded his desk with his fist, the objects on it bouncing a bit from the usually docile Ian's outburst. "Dammit!" He hissed to himself, anger and frustration blazing in his blue eyes as he read the notes that he had scribbled down on the piece of scrap paper on his desk.

He had been going at it for hours, and he was unable to decipher a single word of what Mitch had told him about the visions. He had tried to piece together who the ill-fated figure might've been, but he had made no progress at all. The only deduction that he had come to was that Quentin is least likely to be the figure... but Ian wasn't even sure of that, seeing as he only thought so because of the fact that Quentin doesn't wear a hoodie, like the figure did.

Ian closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. I need to calm down. He thought to himself as he took a few deep breaths. Panicking isn't going to help the situation. I just need to think. Think Ian! Think!

Ian once again read over the notes he had written, but he found that he had really just written random thoughts, not anything useful. With a bitter sigh, he looked at his computer monitor to see the time. "It's midnight already?" He mumbled to himself, subconsciously yawning afterwards. Ian grabbed the scrap piece of paper, crumpled it up, and tossed it in the trashcan sitting under his desk.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as he thought, sleep beginning to overcome him.

I have to be strong... I have to protect them... Mitch... Jerome... Jason... even Adam, Ty, and Quentin. Mitch can't do this alone. He is one of my best friends, and I need to help him...

I'm sorry if I'm not strong enough.

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Jason stirred as he felt the light breeze in the air as he lay on the cold ground.

Where am I?

His eyes cracked open as he looked at the unfamiliar landscape around him. He quickly sat up, scanning the area around him for any signs of life.

Am I dreaming?

"Hello?" He called out as he stood up. He got no reply.

Jason stuffed his hands into his hoodie's pockets as he walked across the empty gray landscape, the breeze sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't see an end to the space around him, the pale gray seeming to stretch as far as he could see.

Jason couldn't explain it, but he felt like something was urging him onward. Jason, feeling curious anyways, continued to walk along the seemingly endless path. Jason had lost track for how long he had been walking for, and he felt like he was about to pass out from exhaustion.

Where am I going?

That's when Jason saw something shine in of the corner of his vision. He spun around to see that, in the distance, there was a large glowing ball of white light. His curiosity getting the better of him, he ran toward the light as fast as his feet could carry him. Jason skidded to a halt only a few feet away from the shining light, which was about half of the size of him, and was floating a bit in the air. Jason gasped in awe at the beautiful light, and without even thinking, he reached out toward it.

What am I doing?

As Jason's hand touched the light, he instantly felt a comfortable warmth spread through his body. Jason let his eyes close as the cold from the breeze slowly ebbed away. Suddenly, a piercing cold ran through his arm as a bright flash filled Jason's view, making him yell out in surprise. When the blinding light subsided, Jason found that the light had disappeared, and that there was something in the hand that had touched the light.

It was a pure black feather.

Before Jason could react, there was another blinding light, only this time, it was a bright red. Jason had to cover his eyes with his arm to avoid being blinded again. Once again, the light subsided, and Jason opened his eyes to see that the landscape had changed, the cool gray becoming a pitch black. The breeze was no longer present, replaced with an eerie feeling of emptiness. There were pillars of white light surrounding him, raising into the air higher than Jason see. Floating above Jason was a glowing white light, which was just a bit smaller than the one from before.

What is happening?

Jason tightly gripped the black feather in his hand as he felt fear creeping into his mind. The feather was sleek and cool in Jason's hand... For reasons Jason couldn't explain, he felt like he would be safe as long as he held the feather. Jason felt like it would protect him, no matter what. As crazy as it seemed to Jason, he couldn't shake the feeling.

Jason took a step backwards, and as soon as he did, he felt the ground give away under him, like the edge of a slippery cliff, where the white pillars reached down as well. Jason yelled as he fell backward into the black abyss, and he reached out his free hand, trying to grab on to the edge.

He missed.

"NO!" Jason yelled. Jason closed his eyes, and he could feel tears running down his cheeks as he fell... and that's when he felt someone grab his hand.

Jason's eyes shot open to see that there was someone seemingly floating above him, who had both of her hands on Jason's wrist, trying to pull him toward her. She looked transparent... like a ghost. "HOLD ON JASON!!!" She yelled as he pulled Jason up, her blonde hair falling over one of her brown-green eyes, Jason being able to see tears rolling rapidly down her cheeks.

Jason felt his heart skip a beat as he realized who was trying to help him. He would recognize her anywhere... even if it has been four years. "Weiss?" He whimpered, his voice faltering. Before he could say anymore, he yelled out in pain as he felt something yank hard on his ankles. Seeing Weiss' eyes widen, Jason turned to look behind him as well.

Wrapped around his ankles where glimmering silver chains, which were trying to yank him into the pitch black abyss. Jason yelled as they yanked again, and there was a groan from Weiss as she struggled to keep her hold on Jason. Another chain suddenly shot out of the abyss, wrapping itself painfully around Jason's wrist as it began to yank on that as well.

He felt pain blossom across his body as the chains yanked, but despite the pain, he kept a firm grip on the black feather and Weiss' hand. He was about to yell to Weiss when one final chain reached out of the darkness and wrapped itself around the wrist that Weiss was holding. Unlike the others, it only yanked one time, but it was so much more powerful.

Jason screamed as he felt the chain yank on his wrist, and a loud snap echoed as Jason's wrist snapped, with Jason feeling excruciating pain as the bone in it snapped. No longer unable to hold onto Weiss' wrist, it only took one final yank from all of the chains to send Jason falling into the abyss... and Jason could hear Weiss yelling for him as he fell, before she disappeared from view. As Jason fell, he didn't scream, but instead tightly gripped the black feather in his hand. Jason closed his eyes as he fell... and a voice echoed out from the darkness.

"You can't save him. He is going to die. He must die. The black-haired raven must die and the white-winged warrior will be bathed in fire as he falls from the skies."

A moment later Jason hit the ground.

(A/N: It might have been a bit confusing, but the Weiss that Jason saw was the real one.)