Good day, everybody! I hope y'all have on your green, 'cuz it's St. Patrick's Day (at least it is over there; it's already tomorrow here). Be sure to drink a couple of green beers for me!
Quillsandbolts: Here we go indeed! Thanx for the review! Hopefully you won't be disappointed with what I got planned!
Raya X: It's never good! Haven't you realized that by now? But Wesley still doesn't have control over his glimmering ability. As it stands, it only happens when he gets very scared or panicky, and even then he doesn't go anywhere. That one time was only because John gave him a lift and just kinda left him hanging…
chyp: My man! The technical story is that Tenebrion was never dead in the first place. Lina didn't have enough power to do that, since she was still weak from their first attack. She just wounded him to buy her time to get away. BUT, the idea kinda came from your chapter, so I hope you don't mind. And, happy anniversary! Maybe I'll get you something. OR, put you in a chapter!
Wesley had been driving for an unusually long time. Granted, he had no idea of where he was going, but he still hadn't been on the road that long. He went down an old abandoned road that twisted and turned like a snake. He never knew of such a road in Oxford; he figured that he was in some area that he and his brothers had just not bothered to venture. The road was demanding to drive along; he couldn't go more than fifteen miles per hour due to the numerous curves and bumps. He certainly did not want to drive off the road, although there were barriers on the edge to prevent that from happening.
Yet, he continued to drive slowly, but surely, up the road. It seemed to be leading him uphill. Taking a closer look at the barriers, he saw that they were mostly there to let drivers know where to go; they didn't look like they could stop a car from going off the road. Without warning, thunder crashed in the otherwise clear night sky and Wesley's car shut off for no apparent reason.
"Crap," he muttered to himself. "Another problem."
There had not been any unusual rumblings or warnings on the dashboard. He tried to restart the car, but nothing worked. Rolling his eyes at nothing, he took a flashlight out of the glove compartment and made his way to the hood of the car, hoping that it was a problem that was easily fixed. However, as he stepped outside his car, the weather suddenly took a turn for the worst.
Clouds gathered across the sky, blocking out the full moon. From out of nowhere, the wind picked up, stirring the otherwise motionless trees that lined the narrow road. More thunder cracked ominously, and lightning began flashing at frequent intervals. Within a few minutes, it was raining and Wesley was caught in the middle of the storm. He turned to get back inside the car; the least he could do was stay dry. Just before he opened the door, there was an extremely bright flash of lightning that sheared a nearby tree. It crashed down right on top of Wesley's car. The force of the blow threw Wesley back a few feet. Suddenly, another tree trunk fell, this time mere feet behind Wesley.
Something wasn't right, he thought to himself. His car had died for no reason, a storm came from nowhere, and now trees were falling like bowling pins. He turned and ran back down the road. He knew that he probably wouldn't make it very far, but he couldn't stay there in disaster central. As he ran down the road, another tree fell right behind him. One of the branches caught his foot and he tripped, falling directly on his head. The pain lasted very briefly as his world went black.
"There's no time!" a woman yelled. "We have no other choice! We have to do it now!"
"Are you sure that's what you saw?" a man asked.
"Yes!" she replied frantically. "We don't have any time to argue!"
"Okay," he said hesitantly, "but it better work."
"It will!" she cried. "Here, read it with me."
"What once was whole is now not whole.
Give us the power to make it whole.
Bring to us the one who will,
The one with the power to make this world nil."
From their distant realm, the members of the Council smiled in satisfaction. Once Wesley was enveloped in the eye of the storm, he would literally be torn apart by the extreme magical forces. They watched as the events unfolded in the center of their pentagram-shaped table, shown through a light mist that revealed images inside. The eye of the storm was just inches away from the youngest brother's unconscious body. In just mere minutes, maybe even seconds, their magical storm will have done its job.
As the storm's eye closed in on Wesley's motionless figure, a sudden fork of lightning shot through the sky towards him. Yellowish-white tongues of light licked around his body and instead of being destroyed, Wesley simply disappeared altogether.
"What was that?" Mastiphal asked in a loud voice.
"Something went wrong," Andras said. "He has disappeared. Where did he go?"
"Perhaps his brothers summoned him," Tenebrion suggested.
"That is not possible," Ardad said. "Nothing could have summoned him."
"We forget," Anamalech explained, "that magic can be just as unpredictable for us as it can be for them. If he has disappeared, as we have seen, then our plan can still work. His brothers will still believe him to be dead. With no evidence of a body, they will have to believe so."
"He has a point," Mastiphal said. "We will carry on with the plan, then."
What plan? This Council is truly bad news, huh? And where did Wesley go, anyway? Who were those people who said the spell? Did that have anything to do with Wesley's disappearance? What will Jimmy and Matt do? Will the questions never end?
