| The Forgotten Wizard A/N: Ok, after retiring from the post of Discworld May-Sue writer, I feel much better. However, up until now did I realize how messed up this story is. As far as I see things, this story begins (as in, begins when she's in Ankh-Morpork, not the never-ending hole) sometime before Equal Rites, but it has to end both before Equal Rites and sometime between Moving Pictures and Soul Music. If you actually know what I'm talking about, then you can see how flawed the time span is. But hey! This is Discworld, where million-to-one chances happen nine times out of ten and time is a very flawed thing within itself. Now, on with the show! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I trekked for what felt like hours. Luckily, Sticky came in handy when going through rocky areas. Thank goodness for Sticky! Suddenly, the rocky terrain cleared and I saw a little cottage on a hillside. Finally, I made it to Lancre, I thought, running towards the wooden building with enthusiasm. I made it to the door and rapped on it with my foot. It opened after a few seconds of waiting and a solitary figure stepped out from the dimly lit room. "Hello, child! Come in, come in!" Why should we let her come in? "Because it's a polite gesture." And that's any use to us at all because...? "What's that supposed to mean?" We could always use some help around this dump! Do ya really think this kid came just to say, "Hello, everyone, I'll just start dusting the firemantle?!" "Agnes; Perdita, please! Please stop bickering! Can't you see we have a guest?" I turned to face the voice coming from the shadows and lo and behold, a witch they call Granny Weatherwax stepped out. "Hello there, deary. What brings you to Lancre?" "Well," I began cautiously, "I found this stick a couple months ago and its started to create some trouble." "Let's take a look, then," Granny said, herding me and the witch with dual personalities into the cottage. We all came into the dark living room and sat at a table close to the fireplace. Someone was all ready making some tea. "Hello, Mrs. Ogg," I shouted out. The woman in front of the tea kettle turned around and gave a short wave before taking the tea off its spot above the fire and whisking some spare teacups out from under the table. This particular witch by the name of Nanny Ogg was a familiar sight to me. She'd been through our village and Ankh-Morpork a few times. "So, Granny," she started, "why is the young Mercy here?" "She says she found a mischevious stick," the other witch replied. "You don't say. Let's see this stick." I lifted Sticky onto the table and the three witches examined it. They each had seperate ideas about it. "It could be a regular old walking stick..." Looks more like a misshapen fence post to me... "It could be a religious totem from XXXX..." "I don't think so," Granny pondered. She turned to me. "Seria? Where exactly did you find this?" I replied, "Just outside Guild of Assasins building in Ankh-Morpork, ma'am. An old crazy guy gave it to me." "An old crazy guy? What did he look like?" "He looked old and had long white hair and a big beard, ma'am. I think he was even wearing a dress." "A dress? Oh no," Granny said with a hint of fear. She turned to me again. "Seria, how many siblings do you have?" "Well, I do have a little brother, but we adopted him. My mum had a few miscarriages before me, ma'am." "How many exactly?" "Six or seven." "Oh dear. What about your father? How many siblings did he have?" "Seven, ma'am. He was the youngest." "Oh dear. What about your grandfather?" "How should I know? I'm guessing the same as my dad." "Oh dear," Granny moaned, falling back into a chair. I asked her what was wrong. "You see, deary," she began, "there is a special kind of magic hidden within the eighth son of an eighth son of an eighth son. No, it ain't witch magic. It's wizard magic, deary. And the fact that the old wizard picked you out of the crowd to hand over his staff to seals this fate. "The problem, Seria, is that there has never, in the history of the Disc, been a female wizard. It simply isn't done!" "Well I think young Seria can do it, and I'm not letting you ignore this fate, Granny!" interrupted Nanny. She turned to me and handed me back Sticky, who apparently, was my staff now. "Come," she said. "We have to see the Archchancellor." We strided out the door and got a horse from the stable. As we rode away from the house, I thought to myself, I'm going to Ankh-Morpork. To see the Archchancellor. So I can become a wizard. The first female wizard. Oh dear... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: Hip Hip Hoorah!!!!! Installment done! I can't think right now, but I'll come up with some witty A/N next time, Ok? Good. *^_^* |
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