Here's chapter 14! And to those of you who didn't know: chapter 13 is now a chapter, not an author's note. Please go back and read it first, otherwise the first part of this chapter will make no sense. Chapter 13 is basically where all of malchior's insanity is explained, so it's rather important!

"So he not only wants you to marry him, but he wants to kill Gar too?"

Jinx and Raven were both sitting on Raven's bed, the three books Malchior had given Raven open to random pages. On one of these pages, there was a picture of the book Malchior killing someone with green hair.

"Pretty much," Raven picked up the book with the picture of Malchior killing Gar – no, Logan – and pointed to it. "Look at that. Is that creepy or what?"

"Of all years for Gar to dye his hair green," Jinx shook her head. "I mean, if Malchior's convinced these books are real, then he's gonna go after Gar. You have to tell him."

"Tell him what?" Raven put the book back down, sighing. "'Sorry, Gar, but some madman wants to kill you because he thinks you're an evil wizard bent on world domination?' He'd never believe me."

"Yeah, that does sound weirder out loud," Jinx shrugged. "You are gonna tell him, though."

"I know," Raven nodded. "I will." She slammed the book shut. "I just wish this author had never written these books. Malchior wouldn't even be an issue if he hadn't."

"Yeah, your life definitely doesn't have enough going on in it," Jinx said sarcastically. "Your mom and dad are fighting for the house and everything else in it, you just got over your week of silence or whatever you want to call it, Malchior thinks your boyfriend is evil and wants to marry you, and you're going to turn sixteen in two weeks."

"What does my birthday have to do with any of this?" Raven laughed. "Compared to everything else, that's the last thing on my mind."

"Sixteen equals driving," Jinx shook her head exasperatedly. "Duh!" This considerably lightened their moods, and the two girls laughed for a full thirty seconds before turning back to the books.

"I really hope that Malchior realizes that these books aren't real," Raven shook her head, looking at the cover of the third book.

"Yeah," Jinx followed Raven's gaze to the cover of the book and shuddered. "I wouldn't want him trying that."

"Tell me about it," Raven turned the book over.

"If only there was some way of changing the ending to these books," Jinx picked the third book up, a thoughtful look on her face, and opened it up to the last page.

"That would be nice," Raven pointedly looked away from the book, as the front cover was visible in the way Jinx was holding it.

"'And then, sword in hand, Malchior the Magnificent ascended to the throne of his father. His queen Rae sat by his side, her hand resting on the carved arm of the throne. As Malchior looked down the hallway and out onto his kingdom, he felt that, at last, there was room for a happy ending…'" Jinx closed the book with a snap, and made a noise of disgust. "Talk about cliché."

"And gross," Raven added. "Did you even look at what that guy has Rae doing in that picture?"

"Yeah, that was rather disturbing," Jinx agreed.

"Would it have killed him to make it an unhappy ending for once?" Raven asked. "Malchior is defeated by Logan, and then we all live happily ever after."

"Let's call the author guy and ask him to do that," Jinx joked, laughing.

"Too bad he lives in California," Raven shrugged, pointing to the back page of one of the books, which was the 'about the author' page. "He wouldn't understand anyway." Both girls shrugged and sighed at the same time, which led to a bout of laughter.

Yes, I know this part seemed rather pointless, but it's important to understand what exactly Malchior believes he is destined to do concerning Raven and Gar. Major foreshadowing.

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This part is for all you guys who've been feeling a bit Robin and Star deprived! Told from Star's POV.

"Mr. Grayson, Ba Sye."

"Yes, sir!"

Kori watched, a half-smile on her face, as Robin stepped forward out of the crowd of black belts and took his place in the center of the carpeted floor. Striking his Joon-be stance, or ready stance, Robin took a deep breath, then launched into the form.

Robin was testing for his third-degree black belt. There was only one other person testing for that rank, Jerry Wilson, who was a few years older than Robin. This test was taking place at the larger karate school across town, and Kori had decided to tag along to support Robin.

With every block, kick, and punch Robin executed, there was a sense of power coming with it. His fists tensed with each movement, and Kori could see the concentration on his face. She knew that this form was an older one, one he had learned years ago, but at the black belt tests he had to be prepared for everything. His black belt, which bore his name, 'R. Grayson,' on it in yellow letters swung around at his waist as he executed a perfect turning kick, and Kori could tell that Robin could have easily broken three boards if someone had held them up.

His breathing was heavy, but his form never faltered, and his kicks and punches remained as strong as ever throughout the form. This form was Robin's favorite, as he had told Kori this when he had been preparing, and she knew he wanted to do his best.

Finishing the form, Robin returned to the Joon-be stance, then bowed to the masters at the front of the do-jang, or training hall.

"Thank you, Mr. Grayson, you may sit down," Master Wilson, Robin's instructor, motioned to the back of the room where the rest of the students were waiting. "Jerry, you may come forward."

Kori watched Robin's sweaty face crease into a slight frown as he turned to walk out of the center of the room. Jerry was Master Wilson's son, and would no doubt be asked to perform a harder and more complicated form so as to look better in comparison. Everyone, except the masters grading the students' performance, knew that Master Wilson favored his son over Robin.

Sure enough, Jerry was asked to do Ship-su, a longer and more complicated black belt form. Kori turned from watching Jerry's form to smile encouragingly at Robin.

He smiled back, and she gave him a small thumbs-up.

After Jerry had finished his form, the younger students were asked to come forward to perform their three-station breaks. Each student was to pick three breaks to perform for the masters, and were graded on how powerful their execution was, and, obviously, whether they broke to board or not.

Kori's attention was drawn to a smaller girl who was a red belt, testing for her first degree black belt. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing as she set up the boards at exactly the right heights and practiced her breaks. Then she bowed to the masters, and, on their command, begun.

Her first break was an inside-outside snap kick, then she launched right into an elbow strike from there, and ending with a running jump side kick, during which she jumped over two other kids. After finishing this, she bowed respectfully, gathered up her broken boards, then sat back down at the edge of the wall.

"She's good," Kori murmured. "I wish I could do that."

Once the younger kids had finished their breaks, the teenagers and adults testing for their first degree black belt came up and did similar three-station breaks. Then the second degree testers performed assigned breaks. Then it was time for Robin and Jerry to go up again.

For the first time throughout the entire test, Robin looked nervous. This break was different than all the others he had previously done. He was to perform one of the advanced black belt forms, during which he was to break three boards, one with a punch, one with a kick, and one with his head. He knew when these breaks were to take place, but, as he had told Kori, that didn't stop him from being nervous.

"What if I get splinters in my forehead?" he had jokingly asked her before the test.

Kori bit her lip as Jerry and Robin set up their boards. Once they were set, Master Wilson told them to begin.

Both started in unison, the movements looking exactly the same for the first few seconds. Then Jerry sped up and broke his first board. This was the punch. It broke on his first try. Robin came to this break just as Jerry had finished it, and broke it cleanly in two.

The head break was next. Kori could tell that both Robin and Jerry were both preparing for this throughout their next few movements, then Jerry launched forward, crashing his head through the board. Robin was next, and he executed the jumping head strike perfectly, breaking the board straight down the middle.

After this flawless break, Kori could tell Robin was more confident. His movements for the rest of the form were stronger and showed more power, and when he came to the kicking break, he did not seem to notice the board. His foot went right through it, and he didn't even pause to look, just kept right on going.

Kori was so entranced by Robin's perfect performance that she forgot all about Jerry and just watched Robin. She had never seen him more focused and in control ever before. This was Robin doing what he did best. This was Robin doing something he loved.

Once Robin and Jerry had finished their breaks, everyone was told to line up. Everyone, even the small girl Star had been watching before, stood at attention with their hands at their sides, looking straight ahead.

The masters all gave speeches to the students which all basically said, "Great job, you all pass." Then Master Wilson stepped forward, beaming.

"Congratulations to all," he said, his eyes twinkling. "Every one of you has performed with excellence today, and I can honestly say I have never been more proud." He paused, casting a glance in Jerry's direction. "Look at all of you now. Standing here at attention, not a single person so much as breathing–" Everyone laughed. "–you all are black belts, right here and now. You may already have the midnight blue belt around your waist, or you may have the red belt with three blue stripes, but you are all black belts." He clapped a hand on his son's shoulder and pulled him slightly forward. "I see every one of you here someday. Every one of you gave as much effort as Ee-dans today, and if I could give you all a Sum-dan degree, I would. Unfortunately, I cannot." He let his son's shoulder go, and Jerry stepped back into the line.

"Excellent job," Master Wilson repeated, then, gesturing to the other masters, stood at attention. The students all seemed to stiffen, then everyone bowed, saying 'Thank you' in Korean (A/N: I can't spell it, otherwise it'd be here.), then, holding their fists up, saying, "Tang Soo!" loudly and proudly.

Then there was chaos. All the younger kids were trying to find their parents, and the adults were all trying to walk out of the do-jang so as not to crowd it up. Kori stood up from her chair and watched Robin through the crowd.

He and Jerry were the only ones who had not moved. They were speaking together, and as Kori watched, Robin offered Jerry his hand. Jerry shook it as the two bowed, then held their fists up and said, "Tang Soo!" loudly.

"Mom!" Robin saw his parents, who were fighting their way through to him. "Dad!" His mother hugged him tightly, telling him how proud she was. His father shook his hand solemnly, also expressing his praise. Kori hung back, not wanting to interrupt.

"Kori!" Robin walked over to her after his parents had gone over to Master Wilson, no doubt asking him something about Robin's performance.

"That was incredible," Kori exclaimed as he came closer. "I've never seen anything like it before.

"Thanks," Robin said, still breathing rather heavily. His face had a slight pink tinge to it, and he was covered in sweat. His uniform jacket was slightly loose, showing off the T-shirt he wore underneath it. His belt was coming loose of its tight knot, and his hair was sticking up all over the place.

"Am I allowed to hug you in here?" Kori asked, not sure whether this was allowed. Sure, Robin's mother had hugged him, but that was different.

"You want to hug me?" Robin opened his arms so as to illuminate his sweat issue and looked down. "I'm gross."

"I don't care," Kori assured him. Not waiting to give him time to talk her out of it, she hugged him, squeezing him tightly. He hugged her back, though more gently, obviously still concerned about his sweat.

"Want to meet Jerry?" Robin asked when they had released each other, gesturing to where his mother and father were talking to Master Wilson. Jerry was standing next to Master Wilson.

"Sure," Kori shrugged.

"Jerry," Robin waved, and Jerry, obviously glad for an excuse to leave his father's side, hurried over.

"Thanks, Robin," Jerry said gratefully. "My dad won't stop banging on about how I basically sucked the whole test, and now he's trying to drag your parents into it."

"Sounds like him," Robin shrugged. "You did great, no matter what Master Wilson says."

"Thanks," Jerry smiled.

"Um, this is Kori," Robin introduced her awkwardly. "Kori, this is Jerry Wilson."

"Nice to meet you," Kori said, shaking Jerry's hand. He bowed slightly when he shook her hand. "You did an awesome job out there."

"Thank you," straightened up and released Kori's hand. "Are you a friend of Robin's?"

"Uh…"

Both Robin and Kori looked at each other. They had never officially decided what to do after they kissed at the dance. They had attempted to talk about it, of course, but with both of them having hectic schedules that kept them out until all hours of the night, they had never found the time to decide whether to stay friends or officially get together.

"We're, um," Robin attempted to answer, but faltered, looking at Kori for help.

"You're not sure if it's at that friend stage or something more?" Jerry provided helpfully.

"Yeah," Robin and Kori both jumped on this answer, grateful for this way to get out of answering it.

Jerry laughed.

"Jerry!"

A sharp voice from behind them caught them off guard, and all three looked back to see Master Wilson standing imposingly behind Jerry, frowning.

"Come," he said, taking his son's shoulder in his hand and steering him away. "We must work on the last kick of your last form. You were slightly off, and even slightly can count for something."

"Bye, Robin," Jerry said, disappointment etched on his face. "It was nice meeting you, Kori!"

"You too!" Kori waved.

"And that's what Master Wilson's really like," Robin muttered. "He's obsessed with making Jerry the best at everything, just because he thinks I threaten him." He rolled his eyes. "Jerry's ten times stronger, his form is perfect, and he's nineteen. I'm only sixteen. I don't see what he's so worried about."

"He seemed so nice when he was addressing the students, though," Star was puzzled. "Was that just him pretending?"

"Yep. His favoritism towards Jerry is overwhelming during class."

Both teenagers turned to look over to where Master Wilson was criticizing Jerry's stances as he practiced one of the forms.

"It looks fine to me," Kori shrugged. "Maybe I just don't have 'the eye' or something."

"No, it's not you," Robin assured her. "That is the best front stance I have ever seen. It's not enough for Master Wilson, though. Jerry has to be better than perfect."