Chapter Four

By: Sokai

Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. -- I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM said series (with continued credit going to JayxKay for the initial idea).

Note: It's official. I've gotten my very first flame for this story (which didn't even make any sense, I might add LoL), and was conveniently an anonymous one at that. I love you, too. LoL

Anyhow, suddenly, I'm on a roll with not only creating new stories, but updating them pretty quickly as well. Just updated my "Harry Potter and the Collided Worlds" story before posting this. So, happy now, the two people who actually read it. Hope you enjoy it. For the rest of you who don't read it (and I know you don't), enjoy this one.

This chapter was written/created in May 2006.

"Are you serious? You too? And in front of the neighbors and everything?"

"Yeah, but they also seemed to be in on it too, as the Clasky's asked me for an autograph . . . you?"

"No autograph requests, no, but my mother was the nicest she's ever been to me since, well . . . ever! That's how I knew that something was wrong well before she passed mention to my being the Keeper of the Heart of Candracar . . ."

Best friends and fellow Guardians of the Veil, Wilhelmina Vandom (or Will, as she intensively preferred to be called, due to positively despising her full name) and Taranee Cook continued to talk excitedly with one another while bicycling to school that bright and sunny Spring morning.

They had been in the middle of comparing stories of their off-the-wall morning with their families (Will's mother peculiarly offered to buy her a completely new wardrobe and plush frog collection -- as Will had been complaining for new clothes nonstop for the past week, and frogs were her most favorite among every other living creature she was greatly fond of. While, around the same time, Taranee's family readily decided upon a substantial increase in her allowance, with very surprising plans to buy her her own private, professional basketball court -- as basketball was her favorite sport), and as peculiar as it had been, it was the primary reason behind it that made them both feel unsettled.

Apparently, not only did each of their families know about the girls' "W.I.T.C.H." business (not to mention were also very proud of it), but so too did the rest of the world, as was indicated by them as well as Taranee's next door neighbor who'd rushed out for her "priceless" signature.

"What do you think it means? How did it happen? And, moreover, what are we going to do about it?" frantically asked Taranee through heavy pants that Will was positive was due more to the girl's naturally frazzled deposition, than the fact that they were at that moment climbing up a rather large hill that would lead them directly to their school, Sheffield Institute.

Will could only gaze at the African American young teenager with her big, molasses colored eyes a moment while they continued to climb and she tried to mentally piece together a sufficiently coherent sentence.

What were they going to do about it? And did everyone in the world really know about their magical alter egos?

"Uh . . . I'm not sure, Taranee . . . L-let's just get to school and find the others to --"

"-- Oh, my God! There they are! It's Taranee Cook, the intensely hot Guardian of Fire, and Will Vandom, the super brave Keeper of the Heart of Candracar!"

Both Will and Taranee let out a startled cry the moment they'd reached the top of the hill and got back onto their bicycles. For there, several feet in front of them and slightly blocking their path were a rather large gaggle of fellow classmates, who were previously walking to school themselves but now were preoccupied with swarming the newfound celebrities.

"You were saying, Will? I don't think that we'll make it to school in one piece, let alone period! Let's put the petal to the metal!" cried Taranee with great emotion as she already took off ahead of the short-bobbed, crimson haired Caucasian girl. She nearly lost her broad glasses from her mocha skinned face as her colorfully beaded, ebony hued braids clacked together from the excessive speed of her renewed pedaling.

Boy! When she wants to get somewhere, she doesn't mess around! thought Will in surprised impressiveness as she tried to quickly catch up to her best friend.

"T-Taranee, wait up!" she shouted after the Fire Goddess, just as their crowd of "fans" called after her,

"Will! Don't go! Wait for us! We love you! You too, Taranee! You guys rock!"

Whatever what was going on with the citizens of Heatherfield -- heck, the world -- was obviously no little thing. However it did occur, though, would definitely have to be figured out very soon, very fast . . . before Taranee lost her mind, and Will lost her limbs, courtesy of the adoration-crazed and unwanted "groupies" . . .

-- End of Chapter Four

(A.N. Very short, I know -- 995 words, SUPER short for ME -- but oh well. I had a lousy day as most of you know as I told you, and besides being tired right now, I didn't want to go further. I was going to describe Taranee's and Will's "moments" in separate chapters and in detail as I did Hay Lin and Cornelia, but SINCE I did for them, I didn't want to "repeat" the sequence. So, yeah. I didn't go further mainly because I wanted to write Irma's scene at school and meeting up with Taranee and Will first before she meets up with Hay Lin and Cornelia too, etc. Trust me, it will be a lot more interesting, funnier, and longer. So think of this one as part one of the next chapter or something. Thanx.)