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.

Grace had easily fallen asleep in his arms and had almost consented to be with him that night. She was glad she had not come the next morning. There was a commotion outside her bedroom door that abruptly woke her.


"I am sorry ma'am but these are the queen's chambers I can not just allow you in like that. I will inform…"


"I am the queen now so they are my chambers. Open the door now!"


"It seems she has claimed your chambers." He shrugged. "Sorry."


Grace frowned as she moved his arms from around her and put on her robe. Was he always this weak? He had seemed so strong.


"I thought you said you were king and you had things how you wanted them."


He shrugged again. "Not when it comes to Ester."


She looked to the door "Constance let her in. It would seem that these are now her chambers." She sighed. Why was she being so easy going with all of this? Was she in Shock? If she kept this up would Albert be king or would it be Ester's future son?


Chapter 303 - the proof