Summary: There are secret pages in the Book of Damnation. These pages appear only after all four sons have ascended. They contain a prophecy concerning the most recent generation of the Sons of Ipswich. The prophecy warns of something wicked, that can only be defeated with the help of four others. Together, the Eight will form the most powerful force that the world has ever seen...and maybe even lift the aging curse from the Sons...

Prolouge: Something...

Caleb Danvers paced around his room. It was one year after the incident with Chase Collins. He and the other Sons of Ipswich now resided at Harvard, all living off campus in a house nearby. When they moved, they took the Book of the Damnation with them; it seemed safer that way. For the past two weeks, Caleb had been hearing strange sounds coming from the Book and he'd also felt something coming from it. When he had finally had the time, he'd looked through it. In the very back, he had noticed that there were new pages. They spoke of something unspeakable coming to kill the Sons and a prophecy... a prophecy which stated that the Sons would die unless they found four people, whose powers rivaled the Sons. The confrontation was supposed to take place one year after all four Sons had ascended. They were running out of time.

Reid Gavin yawned as he fumbled with his keys, walking into the house after his only early class of th week. He'd noticed Caleb acting strangely... and to tell the truth, he'd been feeling a strange power lately. When he'd asked Caleb and Pogue about it, they just shrugged it off, saying they didn't know. Which, they didn't, but still, Reid knew they had theories. None of the Sons had gotten much sleep the past two weeks. Each knew something was going on, but none knew what.

"Reid? That you?" He heard Caleb yell from upstairs. Reid shouted a response, and grabbed a coke from the fridge before trotting upstairs. "Hey," Caleb said. "I have something to tell you once the others get home."

Across the street, a moving van pulled up to a vacant two story house. Behind the van pulled up a 1969 black Impala. Driving the black Impala was a girl with eyes the color of the sky, and dark blond hair. She was tall and had a mature build. She stepped out of the car, sunglasses covering her face. From the passenger seat, out stepped a dark skinned girl with ebony hair and caramel eyes. She was taller than the blond, but slimmer. "Are you sure you want to do this, Rem?" she asked the blond in a soft voice.

"Yeah, Kira. I have to. Trey died for this... so that we could finish it. It's time," replied the blond, Rem, her voice musical. She pulled a black corduroy bag out of the backseat, it appeared to be holding a very heavy book. "When are the others coming?"

"Next week," said Kira, watching as the movers began to unload the van.

Next door, both houses were being watched. "It's almost time. We have to hurry before the other two arrive," said a man with a voice somewhat resembling of a serpent's hiss.

"It's about time," murmered a distinctly female voice, but strangely, no one was seen anywhere. The man looked in the voice's general direction and smiled.

Just a start, but let me know if you'd like to hear more.