Hey, here's the second chapter of this story. I might have to take it down and repost it in case I have some minor changes to make, since I'm still writing on this story. But since I tend not to rewrite what I write in the first place, I doubt it'll happen, but just as a heads up!

chyp: So we were born on the same day, huh? We're like best friends now. I bet you're pretty cool to hang out with.

Inside the basement, Sarah picked herself up from the floor, obviously frustrated. She threw her cloak to the side, revealing a stunning "red devil" dress. Backless and highlighted with sequins, the form-fitting outfit simultaneously accentuated her cleavage and legs, stopping just above the knee. She stood on what appeared to be at least three inch high stilettos, the same shade of red as her dress. She threw her long raven hair back as she re-groomed herself, her breathing more labored now. She once again approached the lone podium where the Book of Light lay, still untouched. With determination, Sarah raised her arms, summoning all of the power that resided within her. She concentrated deeply and slowly reached for the Book of Light again. A brilliant white orb of light flashed around the large tome, protecting it from her, but she persisted and slowly fought through the intense forcefield.

As Jordan reached the doorway to the basement, he saw the impossible; Sarah's hands inched further towards the sacred Book of Light. Although it was magically enchanted to repel evil, there she stood, so close to achieving the inconceivable. Before he could react, Jordan saw the white forcefield shatter like a glass sphere, leaving the oversized spellbook unprotected and open. Sarah heaved a sigh, producing a compact mirror from her bosom and examining her face. Conjuring a handkerchief from thin air, she quaintly dabbed the beads of sweat from her forehead, restoring the full beauty to her olive-skinned face.

"Finally," she said breathily, slowly picking up the prized Book.

"No!" Jordan shouted at the top of his lungs, startling Sarah. He bounded down the stairs two at a time.

"Jordan," Sarah said calmly, returning the Book of Light to the podium before turning to face him, "I did you a favor a let you live before. If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of here now."

"You killed my family!" Jordan spat back. "My mom, my dad, my uncles, my cousins, everybody!"

"Well, I had to," she replied nonchalantly, pointing to her newest acquisition. "Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get this."

"What happened to the Sarah I fell in love with?" Jordan asked pleadingly. "Why would you want to do this? How could you do this?"

"Listen honey," Sarah said, "I did love you. I suppose a part of me still does. But this is who I am. You knew that a long time ago. Now, for the last time, go."

"Not without the Book," Jordan responded, his eyes gleaming.

"You're sixteen," Sarah said. "You don't even have control over your powers, and even if you did it wouldn't help. But since you're obviously not gonna leave, and since you're so cute, I'll give you a handicap. You get three shots."

Jordan's eyes registered disbelief. Was this the same girl he had fallen in love with and wanted to marry? Jordan boldly, but timidly, walked up to Sarah, who stood in her place. He took her hand in his and looked directly into her dark brown eyes. For a long while he said nothing; his deep blue eyes did all the talking.

"Please," he begged.

"One," she said, staring darkly into his eyes.

Feelings of confusion tore through him, but he realized that this was worth more than the two of them. He needed to do this not only for himself, but for his family. He looked upwards and muttered a silent prayer as he summoned all the power he could. Taking a step forward, he thrust his fists forward in a punching motion. From each arm, colorless waves rippled through the air. They struck Sarah directly in the chest, knocking her backwards and slamming into a wall. She stood up and brushed the dust from her dress, impressed yet unamused with Jordan.

"Two," she simply stated.

He had given it everything he had, but from the looks of it, Sarah still stood unhurt for the most part. His mind raced through countless of possibilities of what to do next. He knew that he could not directly challenge Sarah; his most recent attempt proved that. All of his ideas, unfortunately, ended in the same manner: his death at the hands of his former girlfriend. He inhaled deeply, putting all of his hope in his powers. He grabbed the Book of Light and began to disappear in a shower of blue and white lights. Just as he was about to fade out of view, something powerful jerked him back into the room and he fell to the ground, dazed. He looked behind him and saw Sarah, still in the same place with her arm outstretched. His left shoulder ached terribly. He reached around with his right hand and felt nothing but blood and heat. He quickly pulled his hand back as remnants of the fireball Sarah had apparently thrown continued to singe his gray t-shirt.

"Three," Sarah said.

She reached out and let loose another fireball at Jordan. With no time to react, he grabbed the closest thing to him, the Book of Light, and used it as a shield. With its protection shattered, the Book burst into flames, sending pages flying in all directions. Jordan scooted backwards, away from Sarah, who was outraged.

"The Book!" she screamed. "That's it, Jordan. Now I'm pissed!"

A page gently fell onto his lap, one he had never seen before, yet one he never thought would bring him so much hope. He quickly launched an attack at Sarah with all of his remaining strength. The waves once again rippled through the air and struck her full force. As she dropped to the floor, he read the page carefully over and over again, making sure it was what he needed.

"Hear my cries, hear my call,
Magic forces part the wall.
Into the past, send me then,
To correct what should have been."

A tiny white light appeared from nowhere, dropping down and surrounding the young boy. As the light grew in intensity, Sarah's screams pierced the air. She unleashed another fireball at Jordan, her eyes now as red as her dress. The flaming projectile struck him fully in the chest and he flew through the air. The white light still rotated around Jordan, but seemed to not be powerful enough to help. Suddenly, just before Jordan slammed into the staircase, three larger white lights appeared and claimed him, causing him to disappear into thin air and leave Sarah behind.