Re-uploaded this, WITHOUT the 'precious' spelling error! (Am I an English freak or what...) I hate using spell check because it compromises my own proofreading abilities - on the other hand, I feel bad if I can't even write in my first language.

Also, a warning - this is a sequel to an earlier series, Carlie Go Home. There will be a few references made to the plot of CGH, and it is recommended (but not necessary) that you read that first. But if you don't understand something and complain to me, I will not be happy.
Heath had been tense ever since dawn. It had been a year since Carlie and her friends had saved the world, and he had known something would go wrong.

As soon as the quake struck late that morning Heath tore towards the main chamber, his mind racing. His first concern was for the Priest of Light, but when he threw open the large doors he was greet by a scene of utter confusion.

Besides a few smashed glasses and an untidy tablecloth, nothing was wrong. Outside and all over the temple ceilings were collapsing and debris was everywhere, but it was like this place was untouched.

"What's going on?" Heath yelled as another quake shook the floor. The few guards and the Priest of Light braced themselves for a moment as it passed, but nothing happened to them.

"Something always happens on these auspicious days," growled the Priest of Light. "If it's not earthquakes, it's drought, or locusts, or hail, or dust storms, or wildfires, or floods, or blood rain, or the death of the firstborns..."

Looking up and seeing Heath, he shouted orders. "Get everyone inside here!" he commanded the guards. "Get out and tell me what's going on, or I'll go out myself! Heath!"

"Yes?"

"Get Carlie. Whatever this is, it's going straight for her!"

Despite the urgency of the situation, Heath had to smirk.

"Of course. She only destroyed the most evil thing in the world - what would evil have against her?"

Before the Priest of Light could yell at him, Heath was off.

It took the young man a few minutes to reach Carlie's room. He notice that the closer he got, the worse the destruction became. The final staircause had nearly been demolished, and it took Heath precious time to climb up it.

"Carlie! CARLIE!"

Heath, suddenly overcome with a sense of dread, frantically shoved open Carlie's door and stepped back, stunned.

Her room looked, in one word, shattered. Everything was broken: the carpets and bedding shredded by falling debris, furniture smashed by chunks of stone, and basic possessions in pieces. Not to mention that Carlie was missing.

But on closer inspection Heath saw that not everything had been destroyed. Although her dresser was slashed and the tabletop bore a large crack, it remained somewhat intact. Even more stunning was that the mirror was still whole.

Heath looked down and saw a note on the table, held in place by several undamaged items. His eyes widened in shock as he examined the parchment, and sweeping everything into his hands he ran out of the room.