Free Change Fault

A/N: Hi! I'm back, really glad for the reviews. All 21 of 'em (if I get more while writing this don't hurt me). I love the encouragement and I'm really glad you all like my fic! I work really hard on it everyday and to be appreciated for that is really nice.

Summary: Something awful happened in Nita and Kit's past, and now Kit's in exile, Nita is wasting her life away and Dairine can only watch. Rated PG-13 of later violence. N/K later as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Young Wizards series. I currently own books 1-6 which are now on my desk bookshelf, so I can gawk at them or read them when I want, but that's it.

Chapter 4: Ronan, Peach and Annie

A Month Later....

Nita crammed new school supplies into her backpack as she sat in the middle of the living room floor. Her younger sister, Dairine, sat just as content beside her, doing the same. Nita sighed and looked at the younger wizard, in the last month Dairine had shown Nita around the town, renewing her memory of things she had blocked from her mind. They had seen people that recognized Nita immediately, but Nita had no idea who they were. Eventually they had settled back into their normal routine, minus wizardry, which Dairine hadn't pressed Nita to do.

But also in the past month, Dairine was getting calls from Spot that she refused to tell her sister about. Calls about something worse than the Lone One, and all were needed. But Nita was still getting use to being alive again, and Dairine didn't want Nita to get thrust into an assignment too quickly. So every night, secretly, Dairine had chatted with Spot about courses of action. Even Annie and Peach-- er, Ronan were worried about this new revelation.

Dairine stuffed her final binder into her backpack and put it against the wall. She took one last glance at her clueless sister then departed up to her room. Nita watched her go and they made a quick mental connection. The elder wizard felt her sister's depression and a worried look appeared on her face. She shook it off however, knowing that anything could upset Dairine, like Spot not listening to her or something like that.

Nita finished packing her bag and was called into the kitchen by her father. "Yeah dad?" She asked, sliding onto a counter stool and watching him cook spaghetti. It smelled wonderful, as did the Ragu™ sauce that was already prepared. Nita's silvery eyes gazed at her father questioningly as the man sighed.

"You're going back to school tomorrow, and I just want to make sure you're okay with this. I mean, it's been a while since you've talked to any of your old friends..." Nita's father trailed off as he stirred the spaghetti. Nita managed to point out that he was done stirring then stared into her father's eyes.

"You mean before Kit, don't you?" She asked, already certain of the answer. She took a wooden spoon and got a noodle to taste, commenting that they were delicious and done. (D&D!)

"Sweetie, you know Kit was like part of the family... But have you ever thought of, you know, girl friends?" Her father grunted and put the noodles in a strainer in the sink. He sighed as he looked at the sad look in his eldest daughter's eyes. Steam poured into the room when the noodles left the pan, and the man was blinded for a few seconds.

"Yeah dad, I know." Nita sighed as well and got three bowl/plates (A/N: What the hell are they called?!) from the cupboard. His father just didn't get that she didn't like talking about Kit. She never did, but her father talked about him like he was coming over the next day. Nita's heart ached as she knew that would never happen, but she shook off the feeling.

There had been many girl friends for Nita, but they were always one after another. She never had a constant group of friends, not even a constant friend. When she was only a few years younger, she was a bookworm with glasses referred to as 'nerdy' and the brain capacity of a genius. But her grades had slipped a little when she met Kit, and wizardry had a lot to do with that. Nita noticed the way Dairine left out wizardry from the conversation, and Nita hated being treated like that. She wanted to get back to work. She wanted to use magic again.

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Kit got a visitor that evening.. or possibly that morning. You couldn't tell in this world, for it was always night in most ways. The creature was bright, and Kit looked away from it so as not to be blinded. Kit's cloak was torn and red from his rampage, but the cursed world managed to keep him locked in... at least for now.

(Why-are-you-angry?) It asked, the gallant light never fading.

"Why do you think I'm angry?" Kit answered in a harsh tone, his knees deep in the wet earth. A tanned yet pale hand combed through his hair. Kit stared at his hand.. it looked almost dead.

(I-do-not-know-everything.) The light stuttered, and Its Speech was awfully quick, but Kit took in every word as if It was saying it slowly. Kit looked up at It, his dark eyes studying it, then reverting the ground once they could stand the light no more.

"You should, you created everything," Kit retorted, shoving his cold hands into his cloak as a soft wind ruffled his hair. The light shook and stared at Kit questioningly. "Well, at least I think you did."

(Many-of-us-worked-on-the-Earth.) The light answered simply, It flew great circles around the darker figure, taking in the evil and the good. Suddenly Its voice was slow and easily heard. (I created you, that is all.)

Kit had had enough, he thrust himself at the light only to land on his stomach on the wet ground. He snarled angrily and got up. "How does you coming here help anything?" He questioned, leaning against that tree.. the one that was everywhere.

(None-of-it-truly-helps.) It stated simply, and if it had limbs then Its arms would be crossed.

"Then... leave." Kit retorted hoarsely, this place was getting to him.

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"So, when do you think we could come for a visit?" Annie asked over the phone, luckily with a phone card so as not to press charges for long distance. "I mean, everybody out here misses you guys!" Her voice was light and happy/

"Well, Nita and Dairine are going to school tomorrow, first day back.. But we get a long weekend because they're redoing part of the school. I'm sure they'd love some company." Mr. Callahan stated into the phone, while Nita and Dairine were in the living room playing go fish. The young wizards' ears perked up when they heard the mention of company.

"But of course, you wouldn't mind baby-sitting a third would you Annie?" Mr. Callahan asked, already predicting the answer. Though the rest of the answer was quite unexpected.

"Technically, it would be a fourth." Annie replied smugly, after being poked on the shoulder by a rather annoyed Power That Be. Though, inside it was a Power, outside it was a boy with ratty clothes and a smug look on his face as he tried extremely hard to calm the Power down.

Nita's father seemed startled. "A fourth?" He asked, as he heard a snicker from his daughters who had come into the kitchen for a snack. It was handing being able to hear what was going on. Nita's ears were a little less use to it however. "Well, I guess that's okay. As long as you don't mind Darryl that is." He added, grinning as Dairine and Nita made disgusted faces.

Dinner was full of conversation, and for once Nita was the one to make the most comments. She was still hurting inside, but now for two reasons instead of one. One, Kit was gone, and possibly for good. Two, Dairine was going easy on her so she couldn't do wizardry. Life was being protected, but Nita wanted to pitch in and get back to work!

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(Tell-me-something-first.) The light was full of energy, and Kit suddenly noticed this was a Sprite, but a Power at the same time. He was amazed, then gave a questioning look in response. (What-really-happened?)

"Happened? Oh.." Kit was hit with realization. "You mean, how," he gestured to the cursed world, "happened."

(Yes.)

"That's pretty simple, I'm sure S'reee has told you enough so that I don't have to start from the beginning." Kit sighed, and started retelling his part of the story, the part he wished Nita could hear.

The Lone one caught me completely off guard, and his hand was still around my throat when we got wherever we were going to. It was really dark, except for this one piercing light. Then I knew it, we were in a practice universe.

Kit sunk his knees into the damp earth, as the Sprite/Power listened, now sitting in the tree Kit was kneeling at the base of. Kit took a deep breath as the Power urged him to continue. The Power also knew that It was in danger of being harmed, for this human, or not-so human, was full of anger and hatred for the Powers at the moment. But It was well aware of all this, and trusted Kit with all Its being.

He threw me to the ground, or whatever is at the base of a practice universe. I couldn't see anything but black, and that light. I couldn't even see Him, but I could feel Him, that black soul was strong..

"You, you little pest," He had said, glowering down at me as if I were a bug waiting to be squashed, "have caused me too much. So now I'd like to bestow my repayment!" One of his creepy hands pointed toward me, and he muttered several words in the Speech that were too fast for me to hear. I was scared, and tried to run, only to find that my legs wouldn't move. Nothing would, and then there was nothing.

"What the hell?!" I had screamed, but nothing truly came out, and there was darkness, even darker than the practice universe. Also, the kernel was gone, and so was He. And, well, I was back on Rose Avenue, but something didn't feel right about this place. Then I looked down at my clothing, and it was completely dark, as well as my hands. I touched a tree, and it was gone, just out of the blue! Or, technically, black.

The Sprite listened to every last detail that Kit stated, and the cloaked boy was surprised by the attention he was receiving from this Power. Of course his first thought when the Sprite came was that it was the Lone One in another form, but the Lone One could never pull off a light-element creature such as a Sprite.

Well, then I figured it out. Everywhere I stepped I spread darkness, and I was willing myself to do so, because I had to get back to the beach! Maybe Nita, or S'reee could figure out something to you know, help. But I didn't make it that far, and soon I was on the sidewalk, a little aura of black seeping onto the sidewalk.

"That's where We found you, young magician." The Sprite noted, putting up Its tiny hands to show It had heard enough. "We couldn't let you spread this," It pointed to Kit's darkened exterior, "It would've spread all over your home quadrant if we hadn't taken you here."

Kit nodded, though no matter how many times it was all explained, he would never really get it. But once it was laid out, he could understand some questions. But one nagged at him the whole time, and it annoyed him completely.

Where did the Lone One get that power?

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A/N: Feel free to hate me now! Because THAT is where I'm going to end this chapter, and because of FictionPress.net or .com or whatever I won't be updating for a little while! Gomen nasai for any conflicts. I plan to update all of my stories that aren't completed! Great huh? That's my plan at least, I hope it works! Now, please....

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