Disclaimer: I don't own Young Wizards, but I own Rachel. Ask before you
use her.
A/n- *takes a deep breathe* This is a revised version of my first fanfiction, Carrying the World's Weight, which I am leaving up if anyone wants to read it. The reason that I am rewriting it is that I was not happy with the original, not to mention that it was immensely unpopular. Now, I'm not just writing for the reviews, but why bother if no one is going to read. The only reason I am doing this at all is to Reana's urging. I would like to thank her for telling me to keep going (and I'm taking out Batman Beyond, so you won't be confused!). I hope that you like this story. It is still about Rachel, but it is not a crossover. Just a simple fic about a wizard...or so she seems.
I am leaving the first chapter almost intact.
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Rachel sat at the foot of her bed in silence. She laughed to herself. Tomorrow would be busy. She was going to take the train to the suburban home of her senior. This whole business was very cryptic. She held up the letter.
Dear Rachel Royer, Intermediate,
I have never met you, which is strange because you have been a practicing wizard for many years. It has come to my attention that there is some "unfinished business" from your ordeal ten years ago. Please meet me at my home on Saturday the 27th at noon to discus this information.
Sincerely,
Ronald Smith, Senior
Rachel shuttered. Her ordeal was not one of her most pleasant memories. She was young, too young. Sure, she was smart, but she was seven. She thought it was a game, a fairy tale. The Lone One was the big, bad wolf; it couldn't hurt her. But she was wrong. She had almost died on her ordeal; she was still amazed that she was alive, in one piece. Well, she wasn't exactly perfect. Like a battle scared soldier, she would always remember her brush with Him. It had left her tasteless, a price for the wizardry that she had performed, which she couldn't even remember. Rachel figured that she had blocked the whole experience out of her head. She had been so young; she couldn't comprehend the loss of life. Rachel had been on this thought before, but even the delicate words of the Speech could not describe what she felt. She was alone. She had friends around her, but she wasn't ever truly happy. Sandra was gone, and when she had died, so had a part of Rachel herself. She stopped thinking about it before could start crying, and slept.
Rachel twisted fitfully in her sleep. She was having those dreams again. She was in a room. Alone, and yet she wasn't. There were voices in her ears, whispering of truths that she didn't want to know. Rachel wanted to remain ignorant, she had tried telling the disembodied voices this, but they wouldn't listen. Their voices grew frightfully louder, and then she awoke, sweating, panting. But for some reason Rachel had managed to suppress these dreams, so she went back to bed unaware of what was about to become of her.
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a/n- so, do you like this better? I'll have the next chapter up soon, since all I need to do is reedit it.
Please, please, please review.
A/n- *takes a deep breathe* This is a revised version of my first fanfiction, Carrying the World's Weight, which I am leaving up if anyone wants to read it. The reason that I am rewriting it is that I was not happy with the original, not to mention that it was immensely unpopular. Now, I'm not just writing for the reviews, but why bother if no one is going to read. The only reason I am doing this at all is to Reana's urging. I would like to thank her for telling me to keep going (and I'm taking out Batman Beyond, so you won't be confused!). I hope that you like this story. It is still about Rachel, but it is not a crossover. Just a simple fic about a wizard...or so she seems.
I am leaving the first chapter almost intact.
~*~
Rachel sat at the foot of her bed in silence. She laughed to herself. Tomorrow would be busy. She was going to take the train to the suburban home of her senior. This whole business was very cryptic. She held up the letter.
Dear Rachel Royer, Intermediate,
I have never met you, which is strange because you have been a practicing wizard for many years. It has come to my attention that there is some "unfinished business" from your ordeal ten years ago. Please meet me at my home on Saturday the 27th at noon to discus this information.
Sincerely,
Ronald Smith, Senior
Rachel shuttered. Her ordeal was not one of her most pleasant memories. She was young, too young. Sure, she was smart, but she was seven. She thought it was a game, a fairy tale. The Lone One was the big, bad wolf; it couldn't hurt her. But she was wrong. She had almost died on her ordeal; she was still amazed that she was alive, in one piece. Well, she wasn't exactly perfect. Like a battle scared soldier, she would always remember her brush with Him. It had left her tasteless, a price for the wizardry that she had performed, which she couldn't even remember. Rachel figured that she had blocked the whole experience out of her head. She had been so young; she couldn't comprehend the loss of life. Rachel had been on this thought before, but even the delicate words of the Speech could not describe what she felt. She was alone. She had friends around her, but she wasn't ever truly happy. Sandra was gone, and when she had died, so had a part of Rachel herself. She stopped thinking about it before could start crying, and slept.
Rachel twisted fitfully in her sleep. She was having those dreams again. She was in a room. Alone, and yet she wasn't. There were voices in her ears, whispering of truths that she didn't want to know. Rachel wanted to remain ignorant, she had tried telling the disembodied voices this, but they wouldn't listen. Their voices grew frightfully louder, and then she awoke, sweating, panting. But for some reason Rachel had managed to suppress these dreams, so she went back to bed unaware of what was about to become of her.
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a/n- so, do you like this better? I'll have the next chapter up soon, since all I need to do is reedit it.
Please, please, please review.