Heo allz, I'd like to say a few things;

1) Just want you to all know that I've never written a fic from a persons few, I've always written (posted or not) from nobody's view, and

2) Merry X-mas to you all, Happy new year, I'm going to a family camp, *eyebrow twinges* for ten or more days, *again* relatives only this year, *bigger twinge this time* only my family are there, *even more* my annoying clingy younger cousins, *look of fear and hatred in eyes* older annoying snobbish cousin, *knuckles go white from clenched fists* and adults that enjoy taking the piss from everything and anything available, *grabs teddy* no computer in sight, *grip tightens on innocent teddy bear* my only music is my one C.D, *longing look in eyes* can't even go swimming at the beach, 'cause it's dangerous, *angry look replaces longing,* AND I HAVE TO SLEEP IN A TENT!!!! *poor innocent teddy gets his head torn off.* oopps....

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It was a cold day, wet and miserable.

Or maybe I was the only miserable one.

Little children ran past me in the rain, splashing in the puddles, giggles of laughter breaking the serene silence.

I was in a town, I wasn't sure of where.

Strolling up a long steep street, not really caring about anything, a child's yell shattered my silent thoughts.

I spun, wondering what the hell it had been, to find a little girl, about five, staring towards the top of the road, where I saw a barrel rolling towards her, at an impossible speed.

For some reason, this was familiar........

I didn't stop to listen to my thoughts, there was no time!

Running in front of it, I dove foward, shunting the girl away from the barrel, allowing myself to get left in it's path, bracing myself for the impact.......

But it never came.

Instead, I felt myself shunted away to the side, with someone else, the person who had saved me, rolling beside myself.

My body flew across the ground, the other still beside me, feeling only slightly he grazes and gashes I recieved, curtisy of the ground.

When I rolled to a stop, on my back, my eyes closed, quite unphased, and I relaxed, enjoying the light rain that was slowly beating down on my face, untill I felt it stop.

Cracking an eye open, I realised that somebody was standing over me, most probably to check on me.

I grunted, softly to myself, and stood up, avoiding looking at the person, but what she said froze me in my steps.

"Majic?"

I slowly looked around, really seeing now...........this was where we had met Stephanie, or Stephan.

This street, it was where I had met her, where my magic had failed me, once again, to save a little child from a run-away barrel........

I looked, for the first time, at my rescuer, and instantly felt a urge to leave this town, as fast as possible.

Keeping my gaze and face form Stephanie's, I began to walk away, as fst as possible without running, whispering,

"No, he doesn't exist."

But appartently she heard.

"Oh crap, did Orphen send you packing? Majic?"

I shook my head, willing her to think I was someone else.

"No, I don't know who you're talknig about."

By now I was at the top of the road, as was she.

Stephanie grabbed my arm, in a very un-lady-like way, and asked softely,

"Then who are you?"

"I'm.........."

I didn't know what to say, things like a new name didn't come to me easily.

"Majic, please, just tell me what happened?"

I shook my head, answering,

"I don't know who I am, but Majic's dead."

She gasped, her grip lightening, then it stifened, pulling me away.

"Come on."

I didn't see where we went, but after a short bit of walking, we were standing on a doorstep, the one to her place.

Inside the place was the same, I could remember, as clear as yesterday, Orphen standing at that window, Cleo throwing a fit, I could almost hear the door slamming behind her.....

"Sit."

I sat.

It was something about Stephanies voice, it made me obey without thinking.

*~*

"So, why?"

"Why what?"

That voice, I wondered if I would ever get my old voice back, this harsh one made people flinch, it seemed ones that had known 'Majic' even more.

"Why isn't Majic with Orphen, why are you here, why won't you call yourself Mjic?"

I sighed, and decided to answer as much as I could to get her off my case, but not so much that she'd get on my case even more.

"Majic left Orphen, I was traveling, and needed supplies."

Staphanie seemed to forget the third question for now, as others were ploughing through her mind.

"Why's Majic leave Orphen? Why are you traveling?"

"He did, and I am."

A cold silence encased around them, Stephanie glancing worriedly at Majic the whole time.

The silence was broken by someone entering, it turned out to be the flower guy, the one I'd only seen, never talked to.

"Hey, Maj.....ah, we have a visitor."

Stephanies voice rang out, and a few moments later, the guy's head popped around the door.

"Oh, hey, aren't you that Orphen guy's apprentice?"

I watch as he held his hand out, for me to shake it, but I didn't want to.

All I knew was that I had to leave.

"Not any more, sorry, I've got to go."

By the time I was at the door, Stephanie had caught up with me, her hand rested on my arm, stopping me.

"Please, Ma....just stay?"

I shook my head, knowing that I needed to leave this house, this village, this whole area.

"Well, at least tell me where you'll be staying?"

Hm, I had no idea.

"Don't know. Probaby the cheapest place."

Her eyes widened, though if in shock of victory I couldn't tell, and she dragged me back to the couch.

"No."

"No, what?"

"No, I won't let a friend, with a name or not, sleep in a hotel, when my spare bed is here, unused."

I sighed, then shrugged.

Maybe a bed wouldn't be to bad, not after several nights on the ground.

//~//

My eyes flew open, I could hear voices........

Calming my startled nerves, I lay still, realising that raised voices had been the cause of my awakening.

"No, he's sleeping!"

"I don't care, I need to talk to him!"

A sudden chilled fear was sent down my spine.

It was Orphen.

Keeping still, now in shock, I listened to Stephanie argue with the obviously furious sorcerer.

"No, Orphen, keep out, he won't want to see you."

"Why? What's he told you?"

"Was there something he should have?"

I sat up, realising that they both thought the other knew what was wrong with me.

They didn't.

"Orphen, we should move this into another room, where we wont wake him-"

"No, dammit, I want to know, what's he told you?"

"I don't know, I found him, he had been traveling alone, a starved wreck, I convinced him, rather forcefully, to stay here."

"Did he tell you why he was alone?"

"He says his name isn't Majic, that's all I know."

"His name.......what does he say his name is, then?"

"He doesn't know, only that it's not Majic anymore."

There was a few muttered swears, and then Stephanies light, careing voice asked,

"Get a drink, and when he wakes, you can talk to him."

The voices stopped, apparently going into the kitchen for drinks, and I kept still.

Orphen was here.

Shit.

I quickly picked my clothes for the day, my only other ones, a loose blood red top and black pants, and dressed as fast as I could.

When that was done, I sat back down on the bed, thinking.

At some point in my thoughts, I came to unstrap my watch, and run my finger across the scar, the wierd sort of pleasure rippling through me again.

No, I didn't have to do this, I'd slip away, get away from here, this place, this town, everywhere I recognised.

Quickly collecting my bag, I slowly and silently opened the door, ready to slip through the hallway and out the front door.

Only to feel a hand on my shoulder.

Reeling arouns at whoever it was, I grinned ruefully at Orphen.

No, he'd always be two steps ahead of me.

"Majic, what would you be doing?"

With a raised eyebrow, he nodded towards my packed bag.

I shrugged his grip off, and leant against the doorframe, not answering.

"It looks like you were planning to leave, now, why would you be leaving, Majic?"

Huh, he heard Stephanie, I'm not Majic for any longer

"Majic, answer me!"

"He can't."

Yet again, my damn voice, it was harsh, not what I used to call my voice....yet another thing I hated.

Apparently it shook Orphen up to, as he took a moment to gulp, then ask me,

"Why not?"

I smirked.

Him and I both knew, he was just playing dumb.

Fine.

I could go along with that.

"He's away."

"Where?"

"With Krylancilo, I suppose."

That hit it's mark.

Orphen sighed, his eyes slowly looking me over, then sighed again, whispering,

"It can't be.....no, Majic, don't do this to yourself!"

I snorted, not caring about how rude I was being.

"I told you, Majic's gone."

He swallowed, then straightened up, obviously deciding somthing.

"Then who are you?"

Damn.

I shrugged, not knowing how to answer.

"You don't know who you are? Damn boy, at least I thought of another name! You pathetic."

I knew that already.

I was a pathetic weakling.

I shrugged again, then slid towards the door again.

"At least I'm trying not to be one. You don't need to try, you just aren't.

Everything is so good for you, you don't understand how bad it is for everyone else."

Wow.

Even as I said this, I thought about how I must be extremely fustrated; I'd never said that much in ages.

Opening the door, I walked out, slowly closing it behind me, only to fnid his shoe in the way.

I quickly glared up at him.

"Move."

He didn't, only leant against the door frame.

"You know, even if you're not Majic, you've got his powers, and they need to be trained. Now, I understand if you don't want to be with me......but I'm sure the tower will take you."

I just kept glaring at him, waiting for an explanation, one that I didn't get.

"You're a smart guy, you'll figure it out."

He moved away from the door, allowing me to close it.

So I did, harshly.

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Ok, I'm trying to make these shorter, as those who *have* e-mailed me about it, find the length......scary, so yeah, and also, I'm wondering, have I done a disclaimer yet?

I'm not sure, so think of any and every disclaimer you've seen, and I'm pretty sure it applies!! Stuff that up your ass and smoke it, you f****** ah, why do we have disclaimers, anyway?

Who's actually going to blame you for not saying you don't own a programme or anything.......*sweat drop* would you write a fic about something, if it changes the storyline, when you owned it?

Hell no!! So STOP COMPLAINING!!

Wait......who was complaining?

Um, yeah, make no comment on my spelling, right?

Laterz, Dark_lil_Devil!!!