Atlanta, once the proud southern capital in northwestern Georgia, a city full of vigor and resilience, now stood at its bare minimum. Where towering skyscrapers and prominent businesses once graced the land, large masses of ashes and debris now lay in their place. Smoke from all of the recent destruction still floated ominously around the entire city as a testament to the balance of power having shifted drastically.
Gusts of wind drifted through the destroyed city, silent yet carrying voices that cried out in pain and agony. The land of the living had become the land of the dead. Bodies littered the streets like common trash. Those who managed to survive dared not make themselves known, instead going into hiding, not knowing to whom to turn, or where to go, or what to do. Wild dogs fought each other for their next meals. Fires burned in what remained of cars and trucks.
A figure glided through the streets, drawing attention from those who managed to live. Wearing a long crimson cloak made of fur that brushed the ground, the figure made its way to its destination. Stalking silently down Eaton Avenue, the being approached the imposing house numbered 935…
Smoke billowed through the wrecked house, a house that was once home to many generations. The being grinned slightly at everything it had accomplished, but remained focused on the task at hand; now that the Complete no longer existed to pose a threat, obtaining the legendary Book of Light was the only thing left to do. Gracefully crossing over the singed lawn, the figure entered the house, effortlessly kicking in the front door. Avoiding debris that continued to fall, the figure went to the door that led to the basement, the place where the Book of Light was sure to be.
Trembling and barely able to stand, Jordan White watched the monster enter his family's demolished home. Sarah Walker, once the love of his life and fiancé, had destroyed everything he held dear to his heart. The White family was known among all those magical as the protectors of the innocent, keeping evil at bay for generations. The White family had produced the three most powerful good witches in history. James, Matthew, and Wesley, better known as the Complete, were prophesized centuries ago to "free the world from all evil," but prophecy had gone wrong somewhere when Sarah succeeded in killing them all. Even with all the power they possessed, in the end it was not enough to stop Sarah's unique kind.
Choking on the smoke, Jordan approached the house, trying his best not to cry. He, along with his parents, uncles, siblings, and cousins, had been helpless when their world turned upside down. He tried to push the horrible images from his mind, but could not help recalling them with every breath he took. He felt an unbearable wave of guilt sweep over him, knowing that he certainly did not deserve to live when all of his family had been killed right in front of him. Whether or not it was genuine, he knew that it was only the relationship he had with Sarah that kept him from suffering the same fate.
He had spent the past few hours hiding in the shadows, reciting every spell he could recall from memory and even creating new ones, but nothing he did was powerful enough to change the past events. At sixteen, he had not yet learned the extent of the vast power he was destined to possess. He looked up at the dark sky, filled with stars, and thought back to the nights when he and his father would stay outside and try to count all of the stars in the sky, while his mother would laugh quietly to herself. A loud bang that resounded from within the house snapped him back to attention as he regained his focus.
"Ahh!" he cried out as the impact of the apparent explosion forced him backwards a couple steps.
He ignored all the debris and headed inside, his one goal clear: to stop Sarah from getting the Book of Light at all costs.