Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the Young Wizard's Series,
I own Rachel, you can use her if you want, just ask first!
A/n- hey. Here I am, continuing my impossible endeavor. The original chapter 2 has been completely deleted, because it sucked. Yes, I know this story is horrible, and no one is even reading it, but, what the fuck? I might as well finish it up if I can.
Dedicated to Reana for being my soul reviewer (and this is a position you might hold for a while)
'Mind- speaking' ~thoughts~
1.1
The next morning, when Rachel woke up, she felt like she was carrying the world's weight on her shoulders. She gave a rueful smile as she realized that she was. She had taken the Oath, even if she didn't understand the true meaning of it. She had promised to slow down the destruction of the universe. The story never changed. Everyday it seemed that she was on assignment. She had been a practicing wizard for ten years, all alone. As with all wizards, Rachel was expecting to find her powers decreasing, finding a specialty. But Rachel never slowed. It was becoming clear that she wasn't loosing her power. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Rachel had a secret belief that she was gaining power; every time she said a spell, it felt easier. She never felt any "backlash" from spells she had done. Rachel didn't abuse this power, but she always kept it in the back of her mind. ~It is unsettling to know that I can kill without any punishment, any return of power.~ Rachel got out of her bed and decided to not let the thought bother her as she looked forward to a nice latte.
After stopping at one of those "trendy" coffee shops, she made her way to the train station. For many people, this was a place of transition, of change. But for Rachel, she abhorred the place. Rachel was a strict city girl, and the thoughts of the suburbs that the numerous trains lead to made her shudder.
She carefully made her way to a corner of the train, and sat herself down for a long ride to her senior's house.
A while later, how long she could not say, Rachel heard, "Welcome to Wyckoff (A/n- inside joke…)!" the conductor said. Rachel stepped off the train lazily. Her senior's house was only a couple of blocks away. She started walking, following her directions. She didn't want to get lost in the boring suburb. She would go insane spending any more time here than she needed. Rachel was a city girl, born and raised, and she didn't plan on changing that.
Soon, she was at her senior's doorstep. She rang the doorbell and waited. ~I'm definitely on time. Did he forget about me?~ Rachel stood at the door until a tall man with red hair and a generous heaping off freckles answered the door. "Hello?" he gave her a quizzical look. He saw a young woman, around seventeen, she was short but muscular with long dark hair. She seemed perfectly normal, but her eyes seemed dull, like she wasn't all together living. "Oh, am I at the wrong house, 54 DiAngelo Drive?" Rachel asked him. "oh yes," he replied.
"Are you Rachel Royer? I was expecting someone much older, considering your extensive experience. Please come in." He beckoned her, and she entered.
Rachel sat down on the couch and put up her feet. "What is this unfinished business about my ordeal?" Rachel asked him.
He turned his head, as if he was debating how to say what he was about to say, and then decided to speak. "Do you remember your ordeal?"
Rachel winced as he mentioned her ordeal, but she spoke anyway. "oh yeah, I remember. It was very hard. I was young, I lost my partner to Him. I'm surprised I survived."
Ronald looked at her with surprise. "You survived…That is what I need to talk to you about. What was your recourse for the wizardry you did on your ordeal? Energy? Strength? Age?"
"I lost my sense of taste. Pretty strange. I come home and I can't taste a thing. Thought it was a virus or something, but it never cleared up. I must have done some pretty big wizardry to have to pay that price. I don't remember anything about my ordeal."
Ronald looked at her strangely again. "Oh yes, you did extremely strong wizardry for even a seven year old. You did a resurrection spell."
"I did?" Rachel gave him a blatant look that showed she didn't believe him. "Well," he started, "you didn't do the spell, the Powers That Be did. But they used your energy."
"Why would they do a resurrection spell in the first place?" asked Rachel. Ronald started at her and squirmed like he was about to give something away he shouldn't. "The Powers did a resurrection spell on you."
A/n- flames, reviews, whatever. In fact, I dare you to flame me. Common, I dare you! It would be a nice change from the big nothing except for Reana's review.
A/n- hey. Here I am, continuing my impossible endeavor. The original chapter 2 has been completely deleted, because it sucked. Yes, I know this story is horrible, and no one is even reading it, but, what the fuck? I might as well finish it up if I can.
Dedicated to Reana for being my soul reviewer (and this is a position you might hold for a while)
'Mind- speaking' ~thoughts~
1.1
The next morning, when Rachel woke up, she felt like she was carrying the world's weight on her shoulders. She gave a rueful smile as she realized that she was. She had taken the Oath, even if she didn't understand the true meaning of it. She had promised to slow down the destruction of the universe. The story never changed. Everyday it seemed that she was on assignment. She had been a practicing wizard for ten years, all alone. As with all wizards, Rachel was expecting to find her powers decreasing, finding a specialty. But Rachel never slowed. It was becoming clear that she wasn't loosing her power. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Rachel had a secret belief that she was gaining power; every time she said a spell, it felt easier. She never felt any "backlash" from spells she had done. Rachel didn't abuse this power, but she always kept it in the back of her mind. ~It is unsettling to know that I can kill without any punishment, any return of power.~ Rachel got out of her bed and decided to not let the thought bother her as she looked forward to a nice latte.
After stopping at one of those "trendy" coffee shops, she made her way to the train station. For many people, this was a place of transition, of change. But for Rachel, she abhorred the place. Rachel was a strict city girl, and the thoughts of the suburbs that the numerous trains lead to made her shudder.
She carefully made her way to a corner of the train, and sat herself down for a long ride to her senior's house.
A while later, how long she could not say, Rachel heard, "Welcome to Wyckoff (A/n- inside joke…)!" the conductor said. Rachel stepped off the train lazily. Her senior's house was only a couple of blocks away. She started walking, following her directions. She didn't want to get lost in the boring suburb. She would go insane spending any more time here than she needed. Rachel was a city girl, born and raised, and she didn't plan on changing that.
Soon, she was at her senior's doorstep. She rang the doorbell and waited. ~I'm definitely on time. Did he forget about me?~ Rachel stood at the door until a tall man with red hair and a generous heaping off freckles answered the door. "Hello?" he gave her a quizzical look. He saw a young woman, around seventeen, she was short but muscular with long dark hair. She seemed perfectly normal, but her eyes seemed dull, like she wasn't all together living. "Oh, am I at the wrong house, 54 DiAngelo Drive?" Rachel asked him. "oh yes," he replied.
"Are you Rachel Royer? I was expecting someone much older, considering your extensive experience. Please come in." He beckoned her, and she entered.
Rachel sat down on the couch and put up her feet. "What is this unfinished business about my ordeal?" Rachel asked him.
He turned his head, as if he was debating how to say what he was about to say, and then decided to speak. "Do you remember your ordeal?"
Rachel winced as he mentioned her ordeal, but she spoke anyway. "oh yeah, I remember. It was very hard. I was young, I lost my partner to Him. I'm surprised I survived."
Ronald looked at her with surprise. "You survived…That is what I need to talk to you about. What was your recourse for the wizardry you did on your ordeal? Energy? Strength? Age?"
"I lost my sense of taste. Pretty strange. I come home and I can't taste a thing. Thought it was a virus or something, but it never cleared up. I must have done some pretty big wizardry to have to pay that price. I don't remember anything about my ordeal."
Ronald looked at her strangely again. "Oh yes, you did extremely strong wizardry for even a seven year old. You did a resurrection spell."
"I did?" Rachel gave him a blatant look that showed she didn't believe him. "Well," he started, "you didn't do the spell, the Powers That Be did. But they used your energy."
"Why would they do a resurrection spell in the first place?" asked Rachel. Ronald started at her and squirmed like he was about to give something away he shouldn't. "The Powers did a resurrection spell on you."
A/n- flames, reviews, whatever. In fact, I dare you to flame me. Common, I dare you! It would be a nice change from the big nothing except for Reana's review.
