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.

Confrontations can be both informative and fun


It was the tenth attempt and Ron only got a small burst of silver smoke.


Hazel frowned. "Are you thinking of a truly happy thought Ronny?"


Hazel shrugged, stood, and stretched. "Then you're trying too hard. Calm down and don't think about it for a while. And the next time you try don't be so exaggerated."


She pulled her wand out and pointed it and calmly stated. "Expecto Patronum." And her smoky silver dragon swirled up to quickly disappear. 


Ron just casually flipped his wrist and said the incantation and something ran from his wand. Ron stood there with his eyes wide open in disbelief. He looked to Hazel and she just shrugged with a smile.


"A dog. Good work. He is actually cute." She sat down and picked up a book. "Now explain why you are following Professor Quirrell when we all know that he is dangerous." She shook her head. I really should have told my mom. 


Chapter 300 - her truth and her trust