Renaissance

by Nine of Swords

Gwendolyn, a normal girl, has visions of a figure black as night, with eyes like storm yet he looks upon her with paternal pride. Who is he? Is he real? Or is it all in her head? Part 1 of the Rebirth of Magic Cycle.

4. Not of This World

Disclaimer: I've already written it down three times. I think that's enough for the lawyers.

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            Chem class again. I'm a bit embarrassed- Adrian is already back in school, and I'm not sure if I want to face him, after the very personal results meeting my father had on him.

            I get there early. Adrian isn't there when I walk in- good sign. I can make up some concern and engage Mr. Davidson with it until class needs to start. Before Mr. Davidson comes in, Adrian does. Plan B. Hide behind a book until class starts. I fish around in my backpack and pull out The Great Gatsby, our current Lit novel. Adrian isn't fooled. He knows I finished the book weeks ago.

            "So, Gwen." He says, pushing down the paperback. "Do you know why you sprayed me with 9 M a few days ago?"

            My insides churn. I can't tell him about my visions! He'd just laugh at me. But if I didn't... "I can't tell you here. Meet me at the garden after school."

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            "So you're telling me that when you fainted you saw a vision?" Adrian's jaw drops. "And in that vision, you met an elf who said he was an archmage, and a man who claimed to be your father?"

            "Yes!" I exclaim.. "I had another vision last night too. The man told me his name was Nuitari, the Devouring Dark."

            Adrian leans back on the bench, gaping. "Gwen, have you ever read the Dragonlance books?"

            "What does that have to do with anything?" I say, confused.

            Adrian pulls a book out of his backpack- Dragons of Autumn Twilight¸ by Margaret Weiss and Tracey Hickman. "I know it sounds crazy, Gwen, but Nuitari is a god on Krynn, the world of Dragonlance. The other figures you describe sound like characters too- Ladonna, Head of the Order of Black Robes, Dalamar the Dark, and Raistlin Majere. If you'd never read them before-" he pauses, dramatically. "maybe it means you're really the daughter of the Devouring Dark!"

            "How could that be true? He's real, not some character in a book!" I snap. "He's most definitely real. Whenever I'm not in this world, I awake in the Halls of Nuitari."

            "Or so you think." Adrian comments.

            "No." I reply. "I'm not of this world, Adrian. I know it."

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