Disclaimer: The Young Wizards series was written by Diane Duane. I am not her.
I had a choice. Be original, or do what everyone else was doing. I was at a crossroads. One road was well-lit and well traveled. The other was practically non-existent and hidden in shadows. The Bright one- all I needed to do was invent something boring, like gravity, and I could walk it. But that was too easy. I wanted a challenge, and I found one. Entropy.
It seemed like a good idea. I'm immortal and let me tell you, after about 2 or 3 eons, it gets boring. I didn't want the mortals to feel that. I wanted them to search for the good things; those moments to remember forever, grab them, and never let them go. And for that, I was driven out of my home.
My Brothers and Sisters didn't let me explain! They never thought that maybe,just maybe, I might have a good reason for what I did. They just kicked me out. And the One didn't do anything about it. That hurts. I thought that She at least would understand. No, She turned from me like everyone else.
It's lonely here. I can see the Bright road, the one I didn't take; the one the wizards are convinced they walk. Every once in a while, I get one; they walk too close or come over of their own accord. Two that I took a special interest were Nita and Kit.
They drew me out of my Manhattan. They looked so small and scared. I was almost inclined to let them go… then they took my Book. I needed it back- that was the only thing I had to read that was even vaguely interesting. Then something happened. The girl, Nita, was reading from Their Book- the part where I was cast out. But when she and her partner read my name, it was different. I felt different. I had back the chance I thought I had lost forever. Nita threw me a life line and I grabbed it.
Then I ran into Dairine, Nita's younger sister. She didn't throw me a life line. She built me a bridge and I crossed it. I can go back. The bridge is still there. I just don't feel like using it.
If I could go back and do it all over again, choose differently, I wouldn't choose the Bright road. I wouldn't choose the Dark road. I'd make my own road.
A/N: ...I really like the Lone Power. It doesn't influence my writing, does it?