Disclaimer: I still don't own it. George Lucas does.
AN: Ok this is the second instalment of my hopefully forgivable Mary Sue fic.
Someone not meant to be
Chapter 2
Phillipa woke up late the next morning. She didn't sleep well, as usual owing to her dreams. She couldn't recall not having them and they were getting more frequent.
Thank goodness it was Saturday and she could catch up on her work. She was behind enough as it was. She heaved a huge sigh. There was a knock at the door. She pulled it open and saw a scared rabbit looking no-body.
"Another one." She muttered to herself.
"A…are you the P…protector?" the rabbit said, nearly tripping over his own words he was in such a hurry.
"Yes, I am," said Phillipa "you'd better come in. Please sit down and tell me what your problem is."
Since her Grandmother's death Phillipa had been the Protector. Being the Protector meant casting protection spells for money. At least that's what it meant now. In ancient times her ancestors had been great and powerful. They protected innocents from great evil, hence their namesake. It wasn't bad, it helped pay the rent, and protection spells aren't that dangerous anyway. The only danger is to the person it's protecting and what they're being protected from.
Her Grandmother had chosen Phillipa to carry on the Turner women's tradition as Phillipa had the 'Gift' as her Grandmother had called it. Phillipa's Gran had always been good at spells and incantations, but her true speciality was 'Power Magic'. Power Magic, as Phillipa knew it, was the direct manipulation of the magical currents that exist everywhere. When a spell is cast the words are just an aid to help focus the mind. So all you need to do is focus the mind and the words are unnecessary. This though, requires incredible mental discipline and Phillipa hadn't quite mastered it yet. She could do the simple stuff like move objects but making things appear from thin air and the like, was way too advanced for her. Power Magic also provides the caster incredible flexibility, multiple spells could be fused to make one big spell without all the confusion of which words to use.
She cast the spell for the man who needed protection from a loan shark he had borrowed money from; Phillipa was glad for the money as the rent was due. But longed for someone who needed protecting from something other than greed. The chance to honour her great ancestors and really do some good.
AN: Hrmm still rather short but I am working on it. A little shout from someone on how I'm doing would be nice. Pity this site doesn't tell you if anyone has actually read your fic or not. Oh well, hope you are reading this and enjoying it.
Peace out
serpensortit