I'm gonna send a quick shout out to the people who have reviewed the first chapter of the story! I can't tell y'all how much I appreciate it!
Raya: It was pretty freaky about your last review for the first story…I guess things just have a weird way of happening sometimes. That, or you used some kind of magic of your own…
chyp: The ice thing was just a power Wesley had in the altered future. He doesn't have it now, at least not that I know of… But I'm glad that you're paying attention! It means you've really read the stories!
Corey: Thanx for your review, and for the idea. If I remember correctly, you've reviewed other stories of mine, right? Your spells are pretty good, and I'd like to get your input on some stuff I'm thinking about for future stories. Keep in touch!
"They suspect nothing," Anamalech, one of the five members of the Council, stated to the rest of his cohorts. "They have no idea."
"Perfect," Tenebrion, another Council member said. "With the contents of their Book of Light in our possession, we will finally be able to rid ourselves of the Complete once and for all."
The five members of the Council sat in their usual chamber, settled in their usual seats around their pentagram-shaped table. They were the most evil beings in the demonic hierarchy. They were the ones all other demons and warlocks feared. The sheer mention of their power alone was enough to rattle the bones of any opposition. Now they sat, in their mysterious chamber, discussing the usual news, which involved ways to destroy the Complete, their sworn enemies. In their eyes, evil was destined to reign supreme in the end, but the Complete stood as a potential threat to that prophecy. To realize their intentions, the three magical brothers had to be killed at all costs.
They had last confronted each other a month earlier, not as enemies, but as allies, fighting a common enemy that had proved to be a threat not only to both good and evil, but to all of mankind as well. In that battle, however, their evil side shone through and they were able to trick the brothers into allowing them to steal the contents of their spell book through a simple spell. Although they now had the powers of the Book of Light at their disposal, there was still the problem of it being protected against evil for them to resolve.
"We still cannot gain access to it," Ardad said. He held a second book in addition to their own magical tome, called the Book of Shadows. This second book contained all of the information that had been written in the Complete's Book of Light. Whenever he tried to open it, however, the cover of the book would automatically slam shut and repel itself away from any of the Council members. "Because the information contained in this book is still connected to the brothers, it is still protected from our kind."
"Keep trying," Anamalech said. "We have only the words, not the actual Book. Our magic should be able to overcome this obstacle."
"We have been trying for one month," says Andras.
"We must try harder!" explains Mastiphal. "We cannot let this valuable resource go to waste."
"At the very least," explains Anamalech, "we are still at an advantage. Though we cannot access the contents, neither can the brothers."
The words kept coming from the Council's mouths and reverberating through the air. The conversation seemed to repeat itself again and again, the words becoming clearer and clearer. Soon, images began to flash alongside the words. They were very brief images, showcasing only bits and pieces of the looping conversation. Suddenly, as the words "neither can the brothers" made themselves audible, Matthew awoke with a jerk, having felt as if he had just had been holding his breath underwater, struggling for air.
He jolted upright in his bed, looking around to compare his surroundings with the ones he had seen in this dream, or was it even a dream? Now that he was awake, he could only recall small bits of what he thought he had seen and heard in his mind. As he thought about it more and more, though, the images seemed to become more real and he became more sure of himself that what had happened was more than just a dream. It was too coincidental not to be.
He suddenly felt light-headed and the room looked like it was going in and out of focus. He closed his eyes to try and clear his head, but instead of seeing the darkness of his mind, he saw more images. He sees himself looking at his watch. It reads 7:52pm. Then Wesley knocks on his door to some random rhythm, as usual, before opening it. He looks at Matthew and says, 'Aren't you supposed to be sleep?' Then he opened his eyes and shook his head. No, he thought to himself. It couldn't be, could it? Bracing himself, he looked at the clock on his desk to see the time. It read 3:18am. Then he remembered; that clock's batteries had died a long time ago. Perhaps it was time to replace them. He looked at the watch on his arm. Just as he thought, it was 7:52pm. He looked at the door and waited for the knocking, which came just seconds after looking at his watch. Wesley walked in and saw Matthew, who by this point was looking utterly confounded.
"Hey," he said to Matthew, "aren't you supposed to…"
"…be sleep?" Matthew said along with Wesley. "I…knew…you were gonna say that."
"Well," Wesley replied, "aren't you? I know how you are about sleeping. Anyway, wake up and get to work."
Wesley walked out of the room and back downstairs. Matthew thought that he had gone crazy, but after fifteen minutes of sitting on his bed and thinking everything through, he eventually decided that it was all just a strong bout of déjà vu.