The penetrating, twice repeated sound of a gong reverberated throughout the Magic Ether. Within the bole of the old tree, Ba El Shebub's slumbering spirit awoke with a start. To the spirit, it seemed as if the "Magic," created to save mankind from itself, had awakened and chosen its two wielders just moments ago. The spirit grumbled, "Too impatient these child chosen ones are; too many chances they take!" After a few moments of assessing the youngsters' progress, the spirit's bad temper receded. Instead, uplifted by what it had discovered, it sighed, "Impetuous indeed they are; these two who are to become its wielders. ... True to the highest expectations of the Magic they are indeed. Brother and sister, to be forged by the Magic like a blacksmith tempers and hammers the blade to become durable, hard, and sharp. ... Soon, brother and sister will reach the nexus that follows; sacrifices to be made." With Mona challenging the ambitions of an Islamic terrorist, while at home, and Aarvid fending off Russian Migs and facing off against evil "Black Magic" what sacrifices will they have to make to survive?