Pt.4 out. Yippee. this is the first story ive made where i was making i didnt have it all written down before i started. But dont worry, i got it all up here:points to head while nodding:

Caliph jumped up from the ground and was headed straight towards Brooke with a clenched fist. Before she even had time to dodge, she felt a gust of wind go by and standing in front of her was Chase.

He jumped and kicked Caliph back down from his head.

"Your fight is with me," Chase said landing back in front of Brooke from his kick, "You are nothing more than a coward to go after her before this match is finished."

Caliph slammed face down into the marble floor, causing an indention where he lay. He was barely able to pick himself up when Chase jumped down on him, landing on the top of his head, sending him crashing into the same hole again. Chase quickly bounced off of Caliph and back onto his feet.

This was almost too painful for Brooke to watch. Laying down there moitionlesly was not her brother. It was his body, but they had somehow tainted hus soul. He was being controlled and manipulated by his own family. But how she didnt know, or else she could reverse it.

She had lived in her brother's shadow for years. He could control his magic better than her and fight better. Even when they were set against each other in a match, he would always win, and as a result, he became the first heir to the Soyan's wealth.

Even so, him and Brooke had always been close, the best of friends, inseperable. That always worked out for the family though, because with their combined power, Brooke and Caliph were virtually unstoppable. The power of light, and the powers of darkness. Between white and black, lay every single color on the spectrum, between the two of them, they were undefeatable.

Caliph attempted one last time to rise, but fell down immediately. Chase turned his back on him and snapped his fingers. From out of the shadows came a lion and a tiger.

"Please escort our guest out," Chase said turning around. He looked up at Brooke who was looking as the cats dragged Caliph over a pile of broken rocks and threw the doorway. Chase looked over his shoulder and brought his hand up. Almost as the signalling for the door to come here with his finger, the pile of rubble rebuilt itself, and placed itself where it had once stood before.

That must be the Heylin magic he's so famed for. He beat Caliph, I cant even beat Caliph.

Brooke sulked as she was bumped down yet another notch on the power scale.

Chase jumped back up to where Brooke stood and stared at her.

"Your family all have the ability to use magic?" He asked getting in her face.

"Uh.." Brooke studdered leaning back as their faces were less than half a foot away from each other. Those slit eyes stared deep into her onyx ones and she was trying real hard not to blush. "yes."

"And are they all like his?" he asked narrowing his eyes, "Of darkness?"

Brooke shook her head and a flicker of disappaointment seemed to appear in his face.

"Hmm," he said, standing up straight again, "What is yours?"

Brooke's throat suddenly felt dry and speaking suddenly became a complicated task.

"Light," she squeaked, "Light," she corrected herself, clearing her throat.

Chase's eyes fell to the bottom right and then back up at Brooke. He then turned to his right and walked a few steps.

"How very..." He said stopping, "Interesting."

Brooke narrowed her eyes in confusion.

"You may return to your room," he said, and walked all the way across to the other archway on the other side of the top of the stair case.

When he disappeared through it, he left Brooke standing there completely baffled.

What had he meant by that?

Brooke dropped her left hand back to her side. Her right arm was no longer hurting, and to her amazement, that black handprint was no longer there.

When did her learn to do an attack to regulate my power? Brooke thought back once again to what her brother had said earlier.

"...you cant use your magic now without being subjected to the kind of pain you are feeling..."

So did this mean that she could never use her magic again?

Brooke looked down at the floor beneath her and saw hole after hole after hole.

Only one way to find out.

She raised her right hand and a sea of white light appeared in all the holes on the floor beneath. With some concentration, and a sudden rush of pain, marble filled in where the light once was. She accidentally screamed outloud and quickly dropped to one knee, clutching her arm again. The mark had reappeared.

Damn it.

The pain was too overwhelming. This time, she didnt have enough adrenaline to counter act it. She was about to pass out. She staggered to the guard of the bridge-like structure and began to hold onto it, but everything was going black.

Oh shit.

She felt a nervous jolt in the pit of her stomach as she had leaned too far over the edge.

Chase's P.O.V.

Chase had begun to head back to his throne room when he heard Brooke's scream. His first thought was that her brother had returned, but he immediately disreguarded that theory when he realized that he had not heard the sound of the door opening or being smashed to a million peices.

Still, something in the pit of his stomach prevented him from ignoring it. He turned around and headed back to the citadel. He walked through the stone archway and his eyes widened. He saw Brooke falling from up top of the stairs apparently unconscious.

Without hesitating, he jumped off of the top of the stair case, watching her head towards the ground as he did. She was falling fast and a fleeting sense of doubt darted across his mind. Was he going to make it in time?

He might catch her he might not, i havent decided yet. Either way, it will alter the plot. Review me to let me know which road to take, cuz im is confused.