Rachel can wield every shade of magic in existence—but she’d rather avoid responsibility. Now, as chaos threatens her realm, she must finally step up… or watch everything she loves collapse.




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.

Amber actually hated the fortress at White Haven. She preferred her home in Star Fire City, it was with the people and close to many small settlements. It allowed her to know her pack and the needs of the pack. 


But it no longer mattered what she liked and disliked. She had to reside in the fortress because this was the tradition of the pack. And she was not ready to break that tradition, she saw no reason to.


She walked briskly but unhurried down the main corridor to the main conference room. To say that she was upset about Adonis essentially kidnapping Stefan was an understatement. She was furious and it was taking all of her strength and willpower not to snap her beloved brother's neck.


She had asked for Stefan to be brought to the conference room. She could clearly sense his state now that they were so close together and she knew that he was already back to peak condition just like she was.


Chapter 297 - the weight of it