A/N: So I basically decided since Deadly Secret: The Enchantress had so much rewriting that needed to be done, I just decided to take the whole thing, put it away, and just start over--AGAIN! I'm not happy about having to restart this whole story. I was so close to being done. But this time I will finish THIS story and I won't stop until I do. This is book 1, forget DS: The Enchantress, this is going to be the first one. I am actually almost done with book 2, so hopefully I'll have it done by Spring 2009, if not by early summer. I am sticking to that schedule. So, hopefully people will read this new story, also, there is a difference, you'll see. READ and REVIEW I would be so grateful to get feedbacks, comments, and so on. Thanks.

Prologue

My heart was speeding; I felt the ache as it doubled over, skipping beats or doing too many beats. I couldn’t breathe, it was like I was under water, but I know I wasn’t. But my lungs were filling up with something, and sweat was coming down. I saw them, they were just flashes at first, but I saw them, I saw her. They were hurting her! They were going to kill her! The flash came in again as everyone stood hand-in-hand chanting, the same words, and every breath that they took was like a knife to me. She was there. Blood was spilling from her mouth, black blood. Her blood turned black! I had to stop them. But I couldn’t reach her.

Then another flash and I was standing outside. But everything felt so familiar to me, like I’ve been here before, because I have. It started to rain, and smoke filled my lungs, and I doubled over in pain. I grabbed my chest as my heart felt like it was going to explode. The chanting was still going on, and I as I look at my hand it was cut open and blood spilled out. I fell to my knees as tears rolled down my eyes. The blood came out like water. I held it up as it dripped down. The crimson color turned darker and darker until it was black. I saw the blood spill in the athame. I felt sick.

But as I looked up again I was in another place, in what looked like a desert. I stood up, my legs weak, and tried to walk forward but it hurt. The sand was so hot, and felt so real. My hand was still bleeding, and everyone was looking at me. I saw them, but I couldn’t see them. They were all just there, and I didn’t know who they were. The chanting was ringing in my ear over and over again. This has to be a nightmare. But it didn’t feel like one, it felt like it was real. A dream couldn’t make the burning sun feel so hot, and couldn’t make the pain I felt real. I wanted to scream but my lungs still felt like they were full, and my throat was dry and felt like it had closed up on me. I held it. Someone was chocking me.

Sand spread all over, and I closed my eyes as I tried to keep standing. What was happening to me? Who was doing this? I was going to die, I knew I was.

Then I was back in the emergency room, and I saw her again, and everyone was saying the same thing over and over again. “It is they who are dead; it is they who are dead.” I crashed to the ground as the room began to spin. I saw my blood on the floor, and it was moving, until it reached a certain place where it began to shape on the floor, as if making a design. She was coughing so loudly, black blood was spilling out of her lips, she was shaking, she was so weak, she couldn’t breathe, she was going to die. No, she was going to die. The words came in to my head in and out.

“No,” I tried to call out before I felt the darkness gather me. We were both going to die.