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Title: The Next Generation

Fandom: Dresden Files

Status: I think the brownies have hidden it

Summary: Title explains it pretty well.

Preview

Hey, my name is Maggie Lars. Well, it isn't really. But shh, that is a secret, so don't tell. I'm tall for a girl at five feet eleven inches, with dark eyes and hair. Though my skin is a lot closer to white than brown.

I live with my adopted Mom, and have ever since my birth Mom died rescuing me from the late, unlamented Red Court. My parents, Dad especially have/had a lot of enemies, which is why he decided to hide me. Not even he knew where, at least at the time.

And it worked, for a while. Save the occasional nightmare, I was like any other kid. Well, any other kid with a mysterious guardian angel in the form of a tall dark Russian.

It puzzled me when I was younger, how he would always show up at exactly the right moment. Like that time when I was eleven and a half, I fell out of a tree right into his arms. Oh, and did I mention Sanya carries a sword. There's an explanation for that, but it can wait.

I got fairly good grades. English is my favorite subject, and was even somewhat popular. Probably because I was on the school soccer team. Then I turned thirteen. That was the moment everything changed.

Because you see, it turned out I had inherited much more than my Father's chin. I got his magic too. Including his affinity towards fire. Something the last guy who suggested I ride his broomstick found out up close and personal.

Dad insists that the bargains he made to save me are going to turn him into a monster someday. If you ask me, he is a bit of a drama queen about it. My Uncle Thomas is the same way. Except he thinks he already is one. Maybe it runs in the family, but I hope not.

Anyway, back on subject. Bad influence or not, my Father wasn't about to let me make the same mistakes he had. Or leave me vulnerable to the first unscrupulous being that came along. He got my apprenticed to his friend Elaine Mallory poste haste. After he filled her in on everything of course. The way I heard it, their discussion was quite loud. My teacher was furious he hadn't asked for her help from the start.

It has been seven years since then. A magic number, and though I still have a lot to learn, it is time to strike out on my own. Cut the skirt strings so to speak. So evildoers beware.

Memo to self, work on witty banter. That was just corny. My name is Margaret Angelica Rodriguez Dresden. Conjure at your own risk.