Title: Lancelot
Rating: PG
A/N: Made for the lj-comm frenchdrabble, for the prompt 'assembly'. Set during Season 6, nobody knows who Chris Perry is. It's his thoughts during the nth threat/sermon from Leo and the Elders. Very short.
(I first wrote/posted it in French, that's the translation, not betaed.)
Neither twice-blessed, nor prophesied, magic doesn't stop for me, not in this life, not in the next one. The magic community decided it means I don't have a significant destiny. And today, the entire survival of the world, mortal and magic, depend of me. And you, you think you're strong enough to stop me?
I defied the most powerful witch who has ever existed. I stole the Book of Shadows from him. I attacked with success an Elder. I killed three Valkyries, three semi-goddesses. I still have all my secrets. You?
You didn't see the danger.
You were not able to find Leo.
You didn't even realise I was alive, despite all the times I was there before you.
You didn't feel my powers of witch.
You didn't recognise another Warren, a Halliwell under your noses.
You didn't see me playing the sisters like I wished.
You still believe you'll manage to send me back home? That you'll stop me from saving my brother?
Wyatt will be the protector of the magic, of Good. And me, I'm his protector. That is my destiny. This is why I'm more dangerous that you'll never guess.
Keep going; believe in your oh-so-great power, it won't protect you from failure. I'm a Halliwell. We're very talented in the family to beat you.