A/N: Hey! I finally have a new chapter out for you. It isn't really all that good… but keep in mind that I was writing this at like one in the morning when I was like half asleep last night. Another update may not be up for a while because I have like four weeks of summer camps left with only five weeks of vacation. I'll still try to get the next chapter up before the end of summer vacation though. I really appreciated all of the reviews! And I'm hoping for a ton more! BTW in the story Italics are Will's thoughts (this is in Will's POV) and also I think once they put emphasis on a word… but you guys are smart so you should be able to tell the difference.

Disclaimer: All of these people so far belong to the great Meg Cabot… and if I was Meg Cabot then you would definitely know about it!

Chapter 2: The Light of the Sword

"Noooo!"

How could this be happening? It should be me lying there bleeding, not Elle. I found myself thinking as I starred at her prone body in anguish. What had she ever done to anyone? But then the answer came to me. It wasn't that she had done anything wrong. She had just been born into this stupid situation.

We all had. Lance, Jen, even Marco. None of this was necessarily our fault. It was the fault of a bunch of people that haven't been alive for hundreds of years because they hadn't gotten history done right the first time.

And if I didn't do something, I would be dooming yet another innocent group of kids to having their lives ruined.

Time was running out and I needed to help Elle.

I felt a heavy weight in my right hand and looked down dumbly. Why had Elle thrown a rusty old sword to me? How is that going to help me against my lunatic half brother holding a gun?

I lifted the sword by the hilt to examine the blade more closely. To my surprise, a beam of blinding light shot out from the sword. I could barely make out Marco as he fell to his knees shielding his eyes.

I took an experimental step forward. Light still cascaded from the now shimmering blade in front of me.

"You can't kill me Arthur! I'm your brother! Your own flesh and blood! That's murder! How would you explain that to your girlfriend the Lily Maid?" Marco rambled in fear as I continued toward him.

"Elaine is not the Lily Maid; I thought you'd have figured that out by now. But you were right about one thing— I can't kill you," I stated as I brought the hilt of the sword down hard into the back of Marco's head. "That's just not something a King of the light side would do," I finished as Marco slumped forward into the mud, unconscious.

I dropped the sword on the spot and ran back to the boulder to find my love sprawled out in a pool of her own blood. I've wasted too much time. It's too late. She's gone. I desperately crawled to the top of the boulder and puller her head into my lap. I could feel hot tears well up in my eyes before falling down my face. I didn't even try to blink them back.

"Elle, baby, you've got to wake up. I can't live without you," I whispered, but there was no response. One of my tears fell to her cheek, and when I lifted my thumb to wipe it off, I realized that my hands were shaking.

"Elle, please, I …I love you" I whispered, then kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Will?" Elle's voice was barely audible, but it immediately caught my attention. She began to cough, and little droplets of blood fell onto her perfect lips.

"Elle? Oh my gawd, I'm so glad you're alive!" I murmured into her hair as I held her close, clinging to her for dear life.

"Will… he-lp…me…" Elle muttered, as her eyelids fluttered closed.

Shit… I thought, then I frantically pulled out my cell phone and dialed.

"This is 911. Please state your emergency." The phone operator said in an overly cheerful voice.

"It's my girlfriend. She's been shot. Hurry." I managed to get out before I was once again overcome with tears.

A/N: So in response to your many, many reviews Elle didn't die… in this chapter… dun dun dun…

Sorry… I couldn't resist – lol

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