Disclaimer: The Young Wizards series belongs to Diane Duane and I have no rights over them. The only things I own are my plot, and my OC.


1) not able to be revoked
2) impossible to call or bring back


The day I died was not an especially remarkable day. The sun was pushing meekly through a low covering of clouds and the temperature hovered in the 70s. There was only a slight breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees in the park. My room was not clean, and the essay I was supposed to be writing was still lying unfinished on my desk.

That was about a year ago. I guess it hasn't really sunk in yet. I kept expecting someone to jump out and say "Surprise! We were kidding! Your best friend didn't really help kill you!" Wait, that's not exactly right, is it? I guess I sort of made my best friend help kill me. Yeah, it's my fault. I wouldn't pin that sort of thing on him. But anyway, I guess that's not going to happen. Maybe someday, someone will come back for me. If that's even possible.

As I look back on that day, I suppose the unremarkable-ness was not a surprise. What is more of a surprise is that I can actually remember it. The day before, I could probably not even remember the date. He couldn't even remember the date. But hold on. I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to the beginning.


Yes, I know; extremely short. I promise this is the shortest chapter there will ever be in this story. =] The next chapter should be up soon. Please review! -Ivy