Her name is Rachel and she is overpowered. Because she can wield every magic color and shade of the known rainbows and spectrums she has been chosen by the realm as its protector.

So what do you do when you are essentially the chosen one but all you like to do is learn and explore?

Well Rachel does the bare minimum. She learns all she can about her abilities but she does not improve them or her soul well. She understands the realm but refuses to fully learn the language of light and color to fully communicate with it. And she makes sure that her realm is safe but she does not actively work to do this. She merely acts when issues arise.

now the balance of the realm and cosmos is suddenly in an odd disarray never before seen and Rachel has to quickly learn how to be proactive instead of reactive. 

She has to lead. She has to allow her soul well and her magics to grow and evolve and she has to put the people she loves in danger to save their world.

In Trannisa magic is color. Different color denotes a different type of magic. spells are woven for all, who can see, to see. 

And Rachel can weave better than any Milana ever known, at least remembered. Soon she will have to use her abilities and talents against the one who should have been her greatest ally.

Soon she will have to become the protector she never thought she could be.

And soon she will need to make choices that will forever change who she is and that will reshape Trannisa realm forever.

An arid wind blew over the sharp craggy rock of Small Color's western region. It was a desolate place with absolutely no sign of life. The wind whistled over the rock as the sun blazed high in the sky.


A mercurial silver line shimmered like silver liquid quite a distance above the ground. It widened and formed into a tall door of flowing liquid silver. This watery portal rippled from top to bottom, side to side, and in concentric circles starting from its center. This ripping continually met within the portal and canceled each other out. As they did this shimmers of rainbow color ran across the ripples and through the portal.


Then the door began to ripple lengthwise and Rachel stepped through. She looked around as she moved several feet away from the door so others could follow. 


She watched the horizon to make sure that they were not detected. She had intentionally opened the door in this remote part of the western area of Small Color. 


Chapter 51 - Small Color 2