Into the World of Ranger's Apprentice-

DISCLAIMER: SADLY I DID NOT GET THE RIGHTS TO RANGER'S APPRENTICE FOR CHRISTMAS SO I DO NOT OWN IT!

Alrighty, I know I have plenty of other stuff to update, trust me, but I couldnt help it. My friend asked me to write about someone being pulled into the world of Ranger's Apprentice and I couldn't refuse. 1. Her birthday is coming up in January, so this is part of her birthday present. 2. She's my ONLY friend who reads Ranger's Apprentice so I couldnt say no to her. I thought I might as well post it if I'm writing it. I mean DONT GET ME WRONG, I like the idea, and I think it's going to be fun. I'm just saying don't think I'm doing this because I have to or anything. Ok, I'm going to stop talking about that...

Anyway, this won't be the first thing to be updated, most likely the last, unless, you know, people really like it, but my first priority is Will Over the Ages, (another story I'm writing) so, without further talk from me- the story.

Amy strolled down the rain-washed street as the large yellow school bus coughed up smoke from its exhaust pipe and sped away. The rain, that had washed the street, still came pelting down from the dreary, gray sky above. Amy walked slowly down the dead end street, relishing the cooling drops of water, not minding that slowly her clothes were beginning to soak through. Thankfully the turquoise colored backpack that was hanging over one shoulder was water-proof.

Every step that the girl made as she walked calmly down the black asphalt road rose a small splash as her foot landed in a puddle. Her blue and green splatter painted converse were already seeped through and water squished out when the bottom hit the ground.

Although she was soaked through, and she was sure she must look miserable, she had her lips turned upwards in a smile and her thoughts were happy and pleasant. Many people, including most of the other girls in her grade, would be unhappy and would have run for cover.

She was one of those people who liked to sit and watch the rain, not to mention sit in it, and when she reached her front door, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, bringing up the option of staying out in the rain for a while longer, but she felt a shiver run down her spine and realized that she would catch a cold if she stayed out.

Amy might have been happy and eager to be in the rain, but she certainly was not stupid, she knew better. Sighing quietly to herself she reached for the cold, metal, gold colored doorknob of her door. The house itself wasn't anything special, a white painted wood style house with brown shingles. There was also a brown door and they're two car garage was also painted brown. One thing that stood out was the left side of the house where there was a turret, and the top part of it, where the cylinder finally slipped into a cone and ended, was where her room sat.

Slowly she opened the front door and she winced as it let out a loud, prolong squeak. Smiling, her mother looked up from the couch in the room next to the front hall, connected by a set of glass doors with wooden frames.

"There you are Amy," she said getting up from her comfortable spot, "You've been taking your time in the rain, I see." Amy's mother was the picture of what she wished she looked like, she was beautiful, the golden rays of sunshine that were her hair curled perfecting in place around her face, and her sea blue-green eyes always seemed to have a light of playfulness in them. Her mother was always calm and collected, never yelling or over-reacting, and although she seemed prim and proper she wasn't afraid to get down and dirty.

"How do you know I was running but the rain soaked through anyway," Amy countered friendly, giving her mom a half sheepish grin.

Her mother grinned back, her smile was pure white, like untouched snow, "I know you better than that. Do you think the last fourteen years of your life in my house have been for nothing?"

"Gosh mom, your turning more and more into dad these days, saying things like that."

With that her mother's smile lessened some, and when Amy noticed almost instantly she regretted it.

"Sorry mom," Amy almost whispered, "I know dad's all the way in Europe for the next month but he"ll be home soon."

Realizing that her daughter easily saw through her heart Amy's mother, Mrs. Tait, put her arm around her daughter, "Oh, I know sweety, I'm sorry, I just miss him is all, but he does call almost every night, and he even sent us home some gifts."

Amy's eyes lit up, "Gifts? When did he send gifts?"

"Oh they just arrived this morning after you left for school. Here," she said handing her daughter a small box that was rapped in a silvery rapping paper and tied tightly with a golden ribbon, "anyway, how was school today?"

Instantly forgetting the gift the teenager flopped onto the soft leather couch. "Well, to begin, Taylor was freaking out because she though that her boyfriend, Ian, remember, she thought that he was going to dump her, so she was trying to get us to spy on him instead of just talking to him about it. Then Rachel and Phoenix got into a fight about grades, of all the things, and even though Phoenix got a better score on the test Rachel got better on a different test they had to take so now they both think they're smarter than the other, pretty stupid, right?" When her mother nodded with the slightest hint of a smile at her daughters ranting she continued, "To top it off, I still have all five subjects to study for, all the core subjects and Spanish, and now that I think about it I better start, or else I'm not going to get any sleep."

As she grabbed her still soaked bag and took up the stairs in leaps, as her mother lifted her hand gracefully in a silent good-bye and good luck.

"Amy," she called after a second, "Change those clothes, you're leaving a trail!"

"Alright mom, will you clean that up for me, sorry and thanks!"

Once in her room Amy collapsed onto her bed with a sigh, her room was very well furnished according to her, it was her favorite colors, blue, white, and green. The room, despite being circular was quite big. The walls were made of stone, the wooden frame on the outside of the house was fake. She liked the feel of the blueish-gray stone that made up the walls, even when her mother had offered to hirer someone to put up some kind of wall paper. She had refused eagerly, the floor was covered in soft white carpet, again her mother had objected, complaining that she would spill things on th snowy carpet, but after years she never had, much to every one's surprise.

The walls to the left of the door were covered by long white shelves that they had to buy specially for the curved walls. They stretched along for a good four and a half feet. They were covered in her knick-knacks and they were absolutely covered in books. She was what some people referred to as a book worm.

The walls on the right of the room held a door to a balcony that had a small walk out that hung over the backyard, and as their backyard stretched on it sloped downward into a lake, the balcony gave Amy the perfect view of the lake.

Her bed, with its white metal bed posts and blue green, and of course, white swirled bed sheet, sat as close to the middle of the back wall as it could. Above it hung a blue and green painted metal piece that was shaped like three intertwining music notes.

In the very left of the room where the circular wall met with the straight edge was her closet, big enough for her to walk in and covered with a tapestry that was swirled with the same colors as her bed sheet. Then about a couple feet from her closet was a papasan chair with a green cushion, a pile a books and papers sat next to it. Her walls also had a couple painting of nature scenes, a tall oak with fall colored leaves, a snowy lake at sunset, and quite a few others.

Amy's head hurt, her days were always stressful. At school she was thought as perfect, and she knew it. Her teacher's thought it, the other students did, everyone. She also knew most of the kids didn't really think it was so bad, of course there were the kids that did, but that wasn't her problem.

Now everyone just seemed to magically expect perfection from her, if she ever did something wrong, it was a miracle to other, something of a phenomenon. She always had to try so hard now, she felt every day the energy she had when she woke up drain out of her, she didn't want to let others down, so she always tried to be as perfect as she could.

That involved blaming a couple people for things that she did that weren't perfect, but they took it, because they knew the teachers loved her, all because she was that perfect, so they took the blame so Amy could get them out of something else.

She knew it was really her fault, when she was little she had always aimed to be perfect, and soon everyone thought she really was, that was when she finally realized that was what she didn't want, but it was too late, she was in high school, a freshman. As a perfect freshman if she left her perfect habits she would probably be labeled some of the unpleasant things she'd already heard people being called.

Letting out a frustrated sigh she settled down in her chair in the corner of her room and cracked open her books. She studied through the late hours of the afternoon and into the evening, when finally she felt he brain would give out she threw down her books and leaned her head back.

Needing a break from all the learning she reached down an grabbed one of her own books. Looking down she smiled at the title, Ranger's Apprentice: The Siege of Macindaw Book 6. Ranger's Apprentice had been her favorite book series for the last couple year, she had read all the books up to the ninth, seeing as the tenth wouldn't come out in America for some time, although the sixth had always been one of her absolute favorites. Even though it was a hard chose, she loved all the books, she had started doing archery because of the books over a year and a half ago, and she was still doing it to that day.

Then glancing at a clock on her wall above her door she realized it was after midnight. Suddenly, she jerked out of her seat, not having known it was so late, and in doing so she knocked her foot into a small box her father had sent her, sending it sliding across the room.

She had forgotten to open it, and she felt stupid, reminding herself if she was really perfect she shouldn't have forgotten the gift that her father had sent her.

Slowly she tugged the golden ribbon so the bow it was tied into collapsed and she ripped of the shiny silver paper. The box did not impress her, it was just hard cardboard, but what was inside did impress her.

It was an amazing blood red stone that had a couple hints of black in it, cut into a perfect rectangle. The bracelet that it was actually set on was not impressive, but she concluded it made the gem look even more spectacular. The bracelet was a ancient looking silver that was foggy and a little rusted, it was two curved pieces of metal that were on hinges around near the edge of the actual stone and connected on the other side of her wrist.

It was amazing, it was brilliant, so many fantastic words popped into her head, and she locked it on her wrist. Looking back at the box she noticed a note.

Dear Amy,

This wonderful artifact I found is for you. Yes, I know I said artifact, I found it but the boss said it wasn't important, and the museum curators didn't want it, they said to throw it away, but I thought it was nice, so I am giving it to you. Though it's not only that my dear, this bracelet was said to have magical powers, through studying I finally found an old book that says it grants peoples most desire, the thing that they don't realize they could get from what happens. So think on your feet Amy, because I'm sure if this artifact is going to find anyone to confuse, it's going to you. Love you and miss you, make sure to keep your mother and brother in line. Good luck.

~Dad

Amy rolled her eyes, he wasn't even here and he was making sarcastic jokes. Her father sure was something, magical bracelet.

"Sure," she mumbled to herself, "I'll believe it when I see it. Although this bracelet really is beautiful, I'll have to thank dad when he gets home." With that she went to get ready for bed, and once she was in she easily fell into a light sleep that, in turn, slowly became a deeper sleep.

Mumbling in her sleep Amy turned from on her back onto her side, but as she did her half asleep brain was trying to tell her something was wrong. Turning again she finally opening her eyes, and after a few seconds she let out a small gasp and she sat up straight, she was laying, having been asleep, in the middle of a lush, green forest.

Yup. Like it? Hate it? Kind of in the middle there? Well, you might as well tell me, because if you hate it and you're not going to tell me why, I really don't care. I do take constructive critizism though.

In other words, I know there are quite a few other stories out there about someone being pulled into the world of Ranger's Apprentice, and one thing I have noticed is they all make them fall into the world...why? I mean, I give props to the first person who did it, actually I think they might be the first person to use this idea, if I'm not mistaken (not that its bad that other people have come up with it) is the story Trapped: Ranger's Apprentice by Tempestlullaby because he posted that story in April 2010, so I think that's a first. By the way, I've read his story, and I thought it was good, so you should go and read it, I'm sure they would like that, as any author would. Oh, and remember if you think I'm copying, I'm not, my friend ask me to write this as I said, and they have never been on Fanfiction...which now that I think about it, I should probably get them to at least go on and read stories.

Yeah, that's the end of my on going babbeling for today. So hope you liked it, I really do!

Thanks for reading!