Why am I bothering? *sigh* finals are here. Goody. I'm in a very caustic
mood, so if that reflects on my writing, so be it.
~*~ Of course Rachel had taken the opportunity to learn more about herself. What she was, what she would become. It had become her whole being, she needed to know.
The next day at school was a very long one. It seemed that she could not concentrate on school at all, which was a considerable shame, because she was barely passing her classes, owing to the fact that she seemed to cut class very often.
Sometimes teachers saw her in an alley a few blocks away from school during their lunch break. She would always be talking to a sinister man, passing money, and doing things unimaginably suspicious.
How were they supposed to know that she had to meet her contact with the Powers. Jules was higher on the list of Powers than she. He was a good informant, and was able to give her some idea of what her errantries would be. But he was expensive. Every piece of information had a price. Why should he have ever considered telling her that she was the most powerful wizard since Merlin himself, and growing stronger by the day? He said nothing until the transactions were complete.
Rachel had considered contacting Jules today. Maybe he could give her an idea of what she was about to do. But she was clean out of cash. His last bit of information had cost her a week's worth of salary at the Asian grocery that she worked at.
And besides, she was tired. The heat of the school seemed to lull her, and slowly her eyelids started to droop.
When she opened them, she was not in her familiar classroom though. The walls were bare and dark. But yet, she did not feel threatened. She felt indifferent. Just sitting in an empty room, waiting. For she knew she was waiting for someone. Or someones. It just depended on their mood.
Rachel suddenly heard murmurs. These were familiar to her, they had flown through her dreams in nights where she struggled with the sheets, they bound her. This was why she was not afraid. It all seemed quite natural to her.
But today they almost seemed louder. The murmurs were closing in on her ears, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. And the agony. She was hearing voices that no mortal should ever hear. And then, they spoke to her.
"We have great plans for you." Their voices were a collective whole, but they had not gender, no octave. It was almost telepathy. "Yes, you have a great destiny ahead, Rachel."
This made Rachel's hair stand on end. She didn't want the destiny. She didn't want to be the pawn. She wanted to make her own fate. "I don't want it" she said meekly.
A great grumble went through the dark room. Rachel could feel the agitation. It simply came off in tides.
"Who are you to say what the future will be?! We have created the future, and we will dictate the end! You, you are inconsequential!" The churning of the room was starting to worry Rachel, but she stood steadfast. There was a voice whispering in her ear. It told her that she had to right to what she deserved. She nodded in agreement and stood up.
"I am inconsequential? I am your vessel! I deserve some rights of my own! I could go and kill myself, then what?"
"There would always be others." The voice said quietly.
But another voice spoke up. "No! She is the one that has been foretold of! She is the only one!"
"Silence! You, Rachel Royer, Intermediate, will do as we say. And, in return, we will help you. You have a great destiny. But you need to be alive to see it! And so, you must tell us, what is the square root of negative four!"
"What? What?" The room quickly disappeared, and Rachel found herself back in school, staring at an angry teacher.
"Ms. Royer. What is the square root of negative four?" The teacher stomped her foot, waiting for an answer.
"I, I, I don't know" said Rachel.
"Well, next time Ms. Royer, I suggest you save your beauty sleep for your own bed, and leave me time to teach about imaginary numbers!"
"Sorry" Rachel said meekly.
"And for your lack of homework, Ms. Royer, detention!"
"But, I did my homework!" She flailed around a crumpled piece of paper.
"Too bad that I already collected it, twenty minutes ago! Detention, tomorrow!"
It really wasn't fair. Rachel shouldn't have been held responsible for her sleeping patterns. She was a busy wizard, and she was the vessel of power. That should have given her some perks. But unfortunately not enough to get out of detention.
~*~ Of course Rachel had taken the opportunity to learn more about herself. What she was, what she would become. It had become her whole being, she needed to know.
The next day at school was a very long one. It seemed that she could not concentrate on school at all, which was a considerable shame, because she was barely passing her classes, owing to the fact that she seemed to cut class very often.
Sometimes teachers saw her in an alley a few blocks away from school during their lunch break. She would always be talking to a sinister man, passing money, and doing things unimaginably suspicious.
How were they supposed to know that she had to meet her contact with the Powers. Jules was higher on the list of Powers than she. He was a good informant, and was able to give her some idea of what her errantries would be. But he was expensive. Every piece of information had a price. Why should he have ever considered telling her that she was the most powerful wizard since Merlin himself, and growing stronger by the day? He said nothing until the transactions were complete.
Rachel had considered contacting Jules today. Maybe he could give her an idea of what she was about to do. But she was clean out of cash. His last bit of information had cost her a week's worth of salary at the Asian grocery that she worked at.
And besides, she was tired. The heat of the school seemed to lull her, and slowly her eyelids started to droop.
When she opened them, she was not in her familiar classroom though. The walls were bare and dark. But yet, she did not feel threatened. She felt indifferent. Just sitting in an empty room, waiting. For she knew she was waiting for someone. Or someones. It just depended on their mood.
Rachel suddenly heard murmurs. These were familiar to her, they had flown through her dreams in nights where she struggled with the sheets, they bound her. This was why she was not afraid. It all seemed quite natural to her.
But today they almost seemed louder. The murmurs were closing in on her ears, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. And the agony. She was hearing voices that no mortal should ever hear. And then, they spoke to her.
"We have great plans for you." Their voices were a collective whole, but they had not gender, no octave. It was almost telepathy. "Yes, you have a great destiny ahead, Rachel."
This made Rachel's hair stand on end. She didn't want the destiny. She didn't want to be the pawn. She wanted to make her own fate. "I don't want it" she said meekly.
A great grumble went through the dark room. Rachel could feel the agitation. It simply came off in tides.
"Who are you to say what the future will be?! We have created the future, and we will dictate the end! You, you are inconsequential!" The churning of the room was starting to worry Rachel, but she stood steadfast. There was a voice whispering in her ear. It told her that she had to right to what she deserved. She nodded in agreement and stood up.
"I am inconsequential? I am your vessel! I deserve some rights of my own! I could go and kill myself, then what?"
"There would always be others." The voice said quietly.
But another voice spoke up. "No! She is the one that has been foretold of! She is the only one!"
"Silence! You, Rachel Royer, Intermediate, will do as we say. And, in return, we will help you. You have a great destiny. But you need to be alive to see it! And so, you must tell us, what is the square root of negative four!"
"What? What?" The room quickly disappeared, and Rachel found herself back in school, staring at an angry teacher.
"Ms. Royer. What is the square root of negative four?" The teacher stomped her foot, waiting for an answer.
"I, I, I don't know" said Rachel.
"Well, next time Ms. Royer, I suggest you save your beauty sleep for your own bed, and leave me time to teach about imaginary numbers!"
"Sorry" Rachel said meekly.
"And for your lack of homework, Ms. Royer, detention!"
"But, I did my homework!" She flailed around a crumpled piece of paper.
"Too bad that I already collected it, twenty minutes ago! Detention, tomorrow!"
It really wasn't fair. Rachel shouldn't have been held responsible for her sleeping patterns. She was a busy wizard, and she was the vessel of power. That should have given her some perks. But unfortunately not enough to get out of detention.
