Chapter 1

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THEY STILL AREN'T PRINTING ANY NEW CHANDRA CARDS!?"

Charlene fixed her eyes on the storekeeper, who kept her updated on any news on Magic: the Gathering. She wore an expression of sheer anger and impatience.

"I'm sorry, Charlene." The storekeeper, Bill, apologized. "I don't know why they haven't been printing Chandra since M15. Why not just accept it and stop hating on the new red planeswalker, Clea Lanock?" Charlene shook her head. "Sorry, but Chandra is the original badass red planeswalker. Clea Lanock? Psh. Ripoff." With that, she stormed out of the shop.

Charlene got into her car and drove to school. It's already M18 soon... Charlene thought. Why isn't there a new Chandra card? She arrived just in time for lunch period; her classes didn't commence just yet. She walked around the campus until she found her fellow Magic players in their usual spot. She saw her friends, Solena and Cameron, who were in a middle of a game.

"Who's winning?" Charlene asked them. Cameron wore a face of delight while Solena sighed. "His deck is so annoying," complained Solena. "It's always one counterspell after another. And, his Roil Elemental is taking all of my Humans aw- HEY! YOU DID NOT JUST TAKE MY HERO OF BLADEHOLD!" Cameron smiled with mischief. "Yes I did."

Charlene laughed, then stopped abruptly, unnoticed by her two friends. Cameron's blue deck reminded her of her old boyrfriend, Jason. They had a nice relationship, but then high school graduation came, separating the two on different paths.

"You want to battle?" Charlene turned her head and saw another of the group, Kaleb, holding his deck. Charlene nodded, and proceeded to take out her deck box, smiling.

"Bad choice."

"Explosive Impact, so that's five damage, along with Fire Servant, making that ten, and my two Pyromancer's Gauntlets, making that twelve damage. Leaving you at two life."

Kaleb's Infect deck was usually effective, but each Glistener Elf and Blighted Agent he sent out succumbed to Charlene's quick burns. Desperate to pull it off, Kaleb drew his next card: Phyrexian Swarmlord. He played it, hoping to see it survive one turn without getting burned.

"In response to that..." Charlene tried to say as she was eating her sandwich.

No no no no stop it! Kaleb thought madly. That's my last hope!

"Just kidding." Charlene announced. Kaleb was about to let out a sigh of relief when Charlene threw a card on top of the Phyrexian Swarmlord while saying, "Psych!" Kaleb observed the card, and to his horror, it was Chandra's Outrage.

"That dies, and you have zero life. Good game." Charlene reached out her hand, which Kaleb shook grudgingly.

"You know…" Kaleb said to Charlene. She averted her attention from her sandwich to him. "What?" Charlene asked. "Your deck and personality is like Chandra." Kaleb answered.

"I've noticed, and everyone tells me that." Charlene replied. "It's just sad that there hasn't been a new Chandra card the past few years."

"Well, it can't be helped." The bell rang, informing the students to go to their classes. All of the Magic: the Gathering players started gathering their belongings and started towards their classes.

But seriously… Charlene thought to herself as she was about to enter her Physics class. Why aren't they printing Chandra anymore?

"Damn it, why did they give so much homework?"

Charlene was sitting at her desk in her apartment, working on the countless worksheets and textbook assignments her teachers had assigned students to do over the weekend.

"You know what? Screw this! I'll do it tomorrow!" Charlene slammed her pencil against the desk, then stood up and stretched. She noticed her small, red folder. She opened it up. Inside was every single Chandra card Charlene could get her hands on: Lorwyn, Duel Decks special editions, every Core set, Zendikar… The collection stopped at M15.

"Wish they'd start reprinting Chandra…" Charlene muttered. "Why aren't they?"

Charlene, already dressed in her pajamas, crawled into bed and pulled her covers over her head. She thought of the "good ol' days" where Chandra was in Standard, the place where harlene dominated the battlefield. Thinking of her old "reign", she drifted off to sleep.

It was quiet late at night. No cars driving, no crickets chirping, no sounds. The only light visible outside was emanating from the street lamps, which were starting to grow dim. Suddenly, a faint, red light shone outside of Charlene's window. The light grew brighter and brighter until a red aura was hovering outside the window. It passed through the window and floated over Charlene's bed. After a while, it entered Charlene's body. A shadow of the now reincarnated pyromancer flickered around the sleeping girl.