Well, thank God I finally finished this story! I need to get my thoughts together so that I can continue this thing in a more timely and organized manner, so don't count me out yet! I wanted to strategically end this story around the same time as actual school was beginning, so that the timeline would work out kinda right… But I still got plans and aspirations! And as usual, I got jokes and jokes and jokes and jokes!

chyp: Thanx, as always, for staying true and reviewing my stuff, even when it seemed like the end was close! I really appreciate your support and your reviews, so keep them coming in the future! And enjoy the new school year and boy scout stuff, too!


Wesley and his brothers appeared about fifteen feet above the ground in a park. A sea of lights signaled their arrival and they plummeted to the ground, landing hard. It was somewhat dark outside, so luckily no one was around to witness the event. They quickly examined their surroundings and realized that they were in a park, not too far away from downtown Atlanta. Soon after, the Council materialized next to them. As powerful as they were, they looked very tired and weary after battling Sabo. This was unsettling to the brothers; Sabo had proved to be a threat to the Council as well as themselves. The eight of them were all but exhausted, but Sabo seemed like he had not even begun to really fight.

"We needed a more open space," Matthew explained to the Council. "It should be harder for him to fight us all here."

"He will find us," Tenebrion said. "We must prepare ourselves before he arrives."

"Here's the plan," Matthew said, thinking on his feet. "It's simple, but it just might work. It's worked before. We'll go over there and…"


At the park, just minutes later, the ground began to rumble slightly and the leaves on the trees started to sway as the wind picked up speed, signaling Sabo's arrival. He appeared in a violent flash of light, his eyes glowing a fiery red. He looked around, but could see nothing. It was dark outside and nobody was around. But he had followed his adversaries' trails. They had to be here, but where?

"Show yourselves!" Sabo ordered as his voice echoed forcefully throughout the park. "It is only a matter of time before I find you and destroy you."

"Looking for me?" James said, walking out from behind a tree. "Listen, I don't know what your aim is, but we're prepared to stop you at all costs."

"Brave words," Sabo grinned, "but they will get you nowhere."

Sabo thrust a hand out toward James, who bravely stood his ground. He braced himself as a large blast of black matter flew towards his body. Instinctively, he threw his hands out in an attempt to deflect the attack with his telekinetic power, but it was to no avail. The blast hit him directly and James screamed in agony, but not before managing to signal something as he seemingly faded into nothing.

Wesley appeared from behind a bush and distracted Sabo, taunting him as Matthew crept behind him. Wesley's taunts received a vast amount of attacks that forced him to tap into his glimmering abilities far more than he had thought was possible. Every time, though, the event was automatic and instinctive, not intentional. No matter how hard he tried, Wesley could not fully control his power to glimmer; it was at this point purely triggered by panic.

"Keep trying!" Wesley yelled to Sabo. "You can't hit this!"

Sabo had become extremely angered by Wesley's consistent trash-talking, enough to the point where his attacks had become quicker and more erratic. He had focused all his attention on Wesley and had not even noticed Matthew sneaking behind him. Before he could realize it, Matthew had used his phasing power and jumped into Sabo. Almost immediately, Sabo's attacks on Wesley stopped. He had become out of control, shooting random blasts of energy into the air. As if it were a sign, the five members of the Council materialized into the area, surrounding Sabo. They all fired energy balls of their own at Sabo, who finally seemed to be weakening. Then, James emerged from his hiding spot and announced, "now!"

"I…destroyed…you!" Sabo shouted as best he could.

"Hurry!" Matthew's voice could be heard from within the demon. "Can't do this…much longer!"

Refusing to ease up on their attacks, the Council began chanting the spell, while James and Wesley joined in, reading from the Book of Light. Matthew had memorized the spell, and was also reciting it:

"Nequam malum, unus quisnam
Sto numerus vox e bonus quod malum,
Superstes e alpha gens
Ex plurrimi constupro vexamen.
Permissum vestry vox per quod puter
Per decretum e Concilim quod Universa;
Levitas offendo qoud terra rugio,
Ut utriusque latuseris vestry denique evinco!"

The power of the spell, having been read by the most powerful forces of both good and evil, combined with the power of three, combined with the Council's unrelenting attacks, combined with Matthew's powers, was enough to break Sabo's will and destroy his power for good. Matthew was flung out of Sabo's body as the spell took effect. The Council members ceased their attacks and shielded their eyes as Sabo's body began to glow radiantly. It looked like daytime in the park, but it was the middle of the night. Sabo yelled fiercely as the power of the spell took control of his body. Sparks of blackness shot from his body in random directions as the glowing became even brighter. Light shone from his eyes and mouth as his body began to slowly disintegrate into nothing. After what seemed like a small eternity, Sabo's final cry signaled his violent vanquishing and the brilliant light exploded in a blaze of glory that marked Sabo's end. The explosion was so powerful that it knocked all eight of the others twenty feet into the air, throwing them all in different directions.

"Now," Wesley said, rubbing his backside, "that, my brothers, was a vanquish!"

"Best one I've seen," Matthew commented, standing up slowly.

"No arguments here," James said as Matthew helped him up. "Think it's over?"

"It better be," Matthew said. "I wouldn't have done the 'trick' if it was gonna be in vain."

"What exactly do you do in there?" Wesley asked with a confused look.

"It's a secret," Matthew said, winking.

"Well, we still have the Council to…" James started to say, but his words were quickly cut off.

He turned to face the Council for at least a goodbye and an expression of gratitude, but they had disappeared. The brothers assumed that they had returned to their chamber.

"Didn't even say goodbye," Wesley said brashly.

"I guess it was for the best," Matthew said. "I mean, how awkward was it before, when we all had the common enemy? Now, any kind of confrontation would be retarded unless it was to, you know…"

"But we could've fought this out right here, right now," Wesley said. "At least we could've gotten it over with."

"I think evil is a little more insidious than that," Matthew said. "They're probably waiting for the right moment to take us down."

"Whatever it is," James said as he flipped through the Book with wide eyes, "it's gonna be good…"


It's never good when a story ends like this. What exactly did James mean when he said, 'it's gonna be good…'? Something obviously seems wrong, but the only way to figure out what it is would be to patiently wait it out, while I sort things out myself! Thanx again for reading!