Your name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and you have some pretty vivid hallucinations. Never ending battles, giants on their knees, screaming screaming screaming, and many children plead. But that's just it, nothing but hallucinations.
Or, so you thought.
One day you meet a boy with gorgeous green eyes, and messy, messy hair. And he tries to kill you with that giant sword of his, and just when you think you're about to die, it goes right through you, as if it isn't there. That's when you know it's not some magic mushroom bullshit.
And then the boy leaves, and you're left with so many unanswered questions.
After a few years have passed, you meet the boy again, and you're thrust into a world you don't belong to.
But the beautiful boy is smiling at you and you feel so validated so maybe you don't care as much as you should.
You meet a bombshell of a blonde and suddenly all your fantasies are ripped out from under your feet. The boy smiles at her in a way he never did to you, and you just know there was never a chance for the two of you.
Doesn't stop you from clinging desperately to a shred of hope.
Everyone thinks you're a petty witch, undeserving of their time, but then you're spouting green smoke and everything is alright.
Except it's not.
Because your beautiful boy and the blonde are in love and you have to accept that.
It's not like anything could've happened between the two of you, you tell yourself.
And the world keeps turning and the days still pass; that doesn't mean there aren't other beautiful boys you can only wish for.
But that's your problem, there are so many beautiful boys, just like the one you used to call your own, and you can't have any of them.
Yet, you still love them all the same.
because rachel isnt the horrible character so many people make her out to be, she's just a girl who liked a boy who wasnt meant to be hers.