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Erik only paced back and forth in the living room, not saying a word. There was a distinct look in his eyes. It was a combination of anger, embarrassment, and loss of pride. Lauren sat on the couch, staring at the large scorch mark that was drew attention to itself. So many things were going through her mind that she couldn't begin to express them verbally. When she finally gathered her thoughts enough to speak, Erik beat her to it.

"What the hell just happened back there?" he asked. "We tried to be nice. We helped them. We saved them. But how did they answer back? I was thrown to the ground! What sense does that make?"

"Honey," Lauren said calmly, trying to get Erik to relax a little, "they were scared. Did you really expect them to come back here? Besides, they've been through a lot. It's a lot for them to process right now. In their own time they'll come around."

"They don't have that kind of time," Erik said, still pacing. "They need to know what's going to happen to them from now on. They need to know that they are witches. They need to know that they are brothers. They need to know that they are the Complete."

"I know," Lauren said, "but they aren't going to accept everything just like that. It has to take time."

"And while we're on the subject," Erik said, stopping his pacing to look directly into Lauren's eyes, "why don't we discuss the third child for a minute?"

"Please, honey," Lauren said, "let's just handle one thing at a time now. Our emotions are out of control right now."

"Damn right," he responded. "Now I know I've heard it before, but just for the sake of hearing it again, explain to me why the third child is black."

"Erik," Lauren began.

"Tell me," he commanded.

The ride back to Oxford was a very quiet one. No one, not even Wesley, said one word the entire trip. Upon returning to campus, they went back to their dorm rooms and just sat for a long while before anyone bothered to say anything at all. James, being the Resident Advisor, lived right across the hall from Matthew and Wesley. He finally knocked on their door and started a conversation.

"So," he began, "about this stuff in the hall, it really should get cleaned up as soon as possible."

"Okay," Wesley said. "It's right here on my checklist, next to buying sheets, getting groceries, and oh yeah, vanquishing demons!"

"I was just trying to make conversation," James said, glaring at Wesley.

"I know," Wesley said. "It's just that when you say things, they're just so...well, opportunistic, I have to come back with something."

"Good cover," Matthew whispered to Wesley.

"Anyway," Wesley continued, "what are we gonna do about this whole thing? I know you said we were coming back here to forget about it, but frankly, I don't really think I can. And I know I'm not alone on this one."

"Same here," Matthew said. "I didn't want to say anything, but while we were in the parking lot, I got this weird feeling that that guy was going to show up. Then, when those two people got there, I got an even stranger feeling that I knew them from somewhere."

"It was different for me," James said. "I felt something intense in me that was trying to burst out. Then when that blond guy grabbed my shoulder I just let it out. I don't know how he got thrown."

"Probably the same way you did," Wesley said. "But for me, all I felt was panic and a need to get the hell out of there. And when he threw that blade at me, I just thought to myself, stop. I'm too young to die. And then it just stopped. So what's gonna happen to us now?"

"I hope it's over," Matthew said, "but I have a feeling that it's not."

"I bet this," James said, bringing that mysterious large book from before into Matthew and Wesley's room, "has all the answers in it."

"How did it end up here?" Matthew asked. "I thought you left it there."

"I did," James said, "but when I got back into my room, it was sitting on my bed. Think we should open it?"

"No," Wesley said. "Those people were talking about witchcraft and magic and junk that does not exist. You open that book, and anything could fly out of there and sweep us all to another place."

"Maybe," James said, "but I like to take my chances. Matt?"

"I don't know," Matthew answered, scratching his head.

"C'mon," James said. "What do we have to lose?"

"Okay," Matthew said finally. "Let's do it. Wesley?"

"Majority rules," James said. "You're in it, whether you like it or not."

"Fine," Wesley said, "but for the record, I don't like it."

The book looked like it had been around for hundreds of years. It was dark blue in color and had an antique and faded look to it. It was extremely thick; it easily weighed over fifteen pounds. The front of the book was blank except for four words across the top in large letters: "The Book of Light." With Matthew and Wesley standing around him, James opened the book to the first page. There was nothing on it; it was blank. He turned to the next page. There was a poem on it. It was entitled, "To Be Read By The Complete." James turned to the next page and found the same poem. He flipped through the entire book and each page had the exact same poem as the second page.

"The Complete?" Wesley asked. "The Complete what?"

"Must be people," Matthew said. "I think."

"Let's read it," James suggested. "It's on every page anyway."

"I'll read it," Wesley said, "but if anything happens, I'm gonna be really mad at y'all."

Together, the three of them began to read the poem:

Powers That Be,
We demand of thee
The Gift of Magic
Belonging to us three.
With the passing of the hour,
Give to us the sacred power
To bring to life the prophecy,
To open the path of our destiny.
Mighty will be the power of three!
Unlock the Book to the Complete!

Silence. Nothing happened. Wesley wiped his forehead, thankful that everything stayed normal, but after he did, things began to change. The book lifted itself from James' hands and rose into the air. White lights appeared and started circling the book, illuminating the entire room. The pages opened and turned themselves. As a speck of light hit each page, words magically etched themselves onto them. Afterwards, three balls of light emerged from James, Matthew, and Wesley. They floated into the air and surround the book. Then they merged together and formed a larger ball of light and entered the book. The cover of the book was now illustrated with three intertwining circles, two on the top and one slightly below them. The book fell back into James' hand and turned itself to the first page.

There was a picture of three men on it. They were all holding a large stick that appeared to be a scepter of some sort. Rays of light were shooting from the scepter and striking a large figure. It resembled a monster; it had large horns on top of its head and its eyes were red in color. Below the picture was a small caption that read: Bloodshed will bring blood together and three will free the world from all evil.

"What is that," Wesley asked, "a riddle? Blood bringing blood and freeing the world from evil? Get out of here!"

"Anyone notice anything funny about the picture?" Matthew asked, pointing at it. "Take a good look at those three people."

"Oh my God!" James said. "Is that...us?"

I don't know, is it? You'll have to find out on your own, but not after speculating things for yourselves. Here's a hint: James and company will see and do things that are hardcore...