A/N: I was extremely bored one day and sought out to write an amazing fic. Instead, I wrote this! Remember, I am a weird author and have the odd ability to write weird things! ^_^;; So here goes:
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Shima: I DO NOT OWN THE YOUNG WIZARDS SERIES!
Free Change Fault
Reaching for the sky, the cloaked figure snatched a cluster of stars. Staring at the gift in his hand, he smiled, a grim smile full of no more happiness than delight, more with anguish. The stars floated back to their original positions. The cloaked figure floated gallantly about the ground, merely wandering aimlessly. A simple wish, and all this would be over. A simple wish, and he would be free again. The lifelessness that was carried wherever the figure stood, wherever he went, was spreading. He could stand in one place, and the darkness of it all would consume everything around him, creating a blackened world he never thought he'd have to deal with.
A simple wish, and Christopher Rodriguez would be free again.
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It may have sounded different in other places, but the legend was always a story about the same thing. She had heard them all many times, She had heard them from different creatures, and different races from different worlds altogether. She ignored most of them, She was known to toss away legends of great importance. What's more, She would carry on her life knowing that the legends were true. She would carry on life knowing that the evil was staring out of her when she looked in a mirror.
Juanita Callahan would carry on life knowing that she could've changed it.
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As the sun broke into the newly painted room, a girl awakened, against her will. She was in a Star Wars t-shirt, that was much too long for a girl of her age, let alone of her size. More than once had she been told that she would not be allowed to go out in public in such a shirt. What was wrong? It wasn't even hers, though everyone knew that, because the original owner would never wear it out like she did. She yawned deeply, not wanting to get out of the bed, out from under her Star Wars sheets which she had absentmindedly forgotten to put in the wash. But it was not something she cared about. For her world was coming to a crashing end. All because of one person. All because She thought it was her fault.
All because Dairine Callahan's sister thought that it was all her fault.
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His cloak was a deep black, deeper than any black ever known, even deeper than the black covers of The Book Of Night With Moon and he had to face it every day. He was nicely built, fully muscular and a powerful spell caster of all known spells. His manual had long since left his hands, noting that he was no longer ready to hold such a powerful item, that the darkness he had to hold in his structure got rid of his duties all together. And as he glided over the rough ground, he sighed.
It was never meant to be like this he thought, a provoked thought, something that he usually didn't admit to himself. None of this was meant to happen.
The more he thought about it, the more he disbelieved it all. The Powers That Be never did something that wasn't suppose to happen, and he knew for a fact that if they did something of this magnitude, that it was definitely meant to happen. He tried to cry, to mourn over the fact that it had changed him, but no tears would come, nor cries for help. He was a helpless wanderer, but confined to wander only in places of low importance to the Powers That Be, for they disapproved of him, even after all that he had been through.
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She was always crying however. It was the only thing that could calm her down before she had to look into the sympathetic eyes of her peers. What was their sympathy good for? They didn't even know what happened, and they were useless for trying to help her heal. Locked, no, confined in a room where only her tears ran freely, She was alone. Contact with her lifeless body was impossible, or a formidable task for even her own loved ones. Her pillow was wet with tears, tears that wouldn't stop even when she thought of her most precious moments. And soon, her barriers wore away, and she started to break down into an impassive being, emotionless, living each day like the ghost of the girl who once was.
It was summer, no school to bother with in the life of a ghost, a spirit or any other type of being that's merely floating through their life. And that's exactly how she went through her life. She had no more to live for in most cases, for the only thing she was living for was to help life, and to make it last longer from the Lone One's awful entropy. His awful entropy that stole her mother, and his darkness that stole her best friend.
And I know I could've changed all that, if only I had seen what he was going through. The thought startled her, it was something she never usually thought was true, even though she blamed herself everyday for it.
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Watching her sister's ghostly figure giving up on wizardry is what hurt the most out of all the things that hurt in her head. What happened to her sister who sent her bed off to Pluto once because she wouldn't get up? The brave girl who admitted to their parents that what she and her partner had been doing was wizardry? The young wizard rolled off her bed and onto the floor with a loud groan. The sun was in her half-open eyes, as she stretched and got into a drabby outfit, of mostly hand-me-downs from her older sister.
Her father was drinking coffee in the kitchen when she came down, and her older sister was no where in sight. She sighed, Nita hadn't come out of her room since summer began. She shivered and got herself out some cereal and ate breakfast quickly. Her father didn't speak, for he was concerned about his eldest daughter as well. Every morning he usually asked his youngest if she knew anything about Nita's schedule that day. But it was a worthless attempt that her father stopped doing.
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It was odd for a cloaked figure, to be only fifteen and darkened, to look over thirty. He wasn't tall, he wasn't old looking in the face. But no one would look at him, for he was abandoned to be somewhere where no one, not even the one he wanted to see the most, could possibly find him. The Powers That Be took no pity on him, for the whole reason he was like this was because he had chosen something that they had told him, physically told him, in the form of a person who angered him greatly because of his treatment of his best friend, to not do.
He sat in a tree and watches the dark sun rise, the sun that now hurt his eyes and bore away at his skin. Why had this happened to him? He use to be able to watch the others, see how they were, but now the Powers hated him, exiled him from Life and protecting it. His heart ached, which was the only emotion he could feel.
Suddenly, he felt like water was rushing past him, around him, through him. But it was just the feeling of rushing water, not the texture or feeling of being wet. Suddenly, a large bubble, a pure water bubble, was floating, rather bobbing up and down in front of the boy. He stared, as light danced in the middle of the bubble. It was as if it were a flame, preparing to be larger, to be a fire. But it didn't get larger, not until he touched the edge of the bubble. A dark gas surrounded it and he let out a shrill cry. But the bubble didn't disappear, and an image grew inside where the flame once danced.
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She sat up in her bed, awakened by the gruesome light of the morning. It had not always seemed this bad to her, once, what seemed like ages ago, the light was something she would always love. Though she had liked darkness still, because she could look through her telescope, now she really like neither. She yawned, and got up from her bed for the first time since Summer had begun. She looked out her window, her eyes adjusting to the bright light of morning.
She heard commotion downstairs, not as loud as it was usually before.... before it happened. When everything was.... somewhat normal. Then again, when she had said the Wizardly Oath that one Spring and ran into that one boy, her life was never normal. She sighed and stretched, getting into some clean clothing. Then again, she had spent so long in a night shirt- that didn't happen to be hers- that all her clothes were clean. She got dressed immediately and tramped downstairs.
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The youngest wizard in the household spit out her orange juice when she saw who came downstairs. "Nita?!" She exclaimed, as her father turned to look at what had made his youngest daughter upchuck her drink, which he had happened to make. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor if it could have.
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A/N: How bout I leave it there and make you wait until I write the next chapter? Hmm? Hmm?
Tempis: Shima, why in the WORLD didn't you use names for most of this? They'll get confused!
Shima adjusts fake glasses to look like a librarian. "Well Tempis, it is simple. The order merely goes Kit, Nita, Dairine. Simple as that! But that was the prologue, so the next chapters will be in normal POV I promise!"
Shima and Tempis: R&R!
Shima and Tempis blink at each other.
Shima and Tempis runaway.
