"WYATT! CHRIS!" The echos of Piper Halliwell's voice exploded in the living room of the Halliwell Manor. The woman in her early 50s hobbled behind the remains of her couch, once an elegant white mass finished with glistening skyblue pillows. Her two sons, both in their early 20s, dashed down the brown wooden stairs. Wyatt Halliwell lifted his hands squarely in front of him and channeled through his arms explosive energy waiting to be unleashed. His younger brother, Christopher, grabbed his mother's hand and orbed her upstairs seconds before the energy escaped from Wyatt's hands and wiped out all the hooded demons in the room. Wyatt, pleased with the vanquish, hurried back up the stairs.
"That is the FIFTH ATTACK IN 3 DAYS!" screamed Piper as Chris proceeded to healing her wounds. "I don't know what is going on in the Underworld, but if they are going to keep sending in demons to tear down my house, we are going to be homeless! Did you get them all?" she added as Wyatt walked into the room.
"Yea, they were all low-level. I wonder..." Wyatt looked over at Chris and their eyes met. Chris nodded.
"Wonder what?" snapped Piper.
"Well, we didn't want to worry you, Aunt Phoebe, or Aunt Paige...but is it possible that the Underworld is done reorganizing? A new Source has emerged and wants us all dead? Or maybe the triad is back-"
"Can't be the triad." Piper cut in. "They know better than to attack us head-on continuously. So if it was a new source...why attack us? Continuously? I mean, they are just wasting demons and nearly ridding me of a house, but it still makes no sense. The new source will need more demons, not less, under his control if wants evil to triumph."
"Maybe he is after something in our house?" suggested Chris.
"Possibly," agreed Wyatt. " Or maybe he wants to examine us and our powers to...to...to study us?"
"Well if so, they aren't getting sufficient reports considering the vanquished demons don't get another chance to visit the Underworld. Whatever the case, the living room is a mess. I'll be cleaning up after the demons as always if you boys need me." Piper headed out of the room and down the hallway.
The brothers looked at each other.
"I'll go notify Aunt Paige and you go tell Aunt Phoebe. We'll still need the true power of three, retired or not, to stop the attacks." said Chris. Both orbed out of the room in unison.
"Was he there?"
"No, my lord."
"Well he will be, Dawlos." sneered the cold, high pitched voice. "He is still drawn to his witch love, after all these years. We surface again at the manor at sundown."
"My lord, if I may..." whispered one of the hooded figures.
"Yes, Ramsey?"
"Do we really need him, sir? I mean, we can kill the Charmed ones on our own-"
"FOOL! The Charmed ones may not know you lot are unvanquishable, however, if they somehow they find out when we attack, even I am in danger! Their children are no less stronger. Brute force will not work! We must destroy them by allowing them the destroy themselves, but we need to understand them first. And that could take months! I have no patience. We need him, we need his knowledge."
"Yes, my lord." whimpered Ramsey.
"Don't underestimate the Charmed Ones. They now are stronger than before, especially that Wyatt. His power is unbelievable, and he is the heir to Excalibur. Evil's triumph will not come so easily. Underestimating good will mean the end of us. Now go, leave me be you lot. I have much to plan...much to plan..."
"Yes my lord" replied all the hooded figures and one by one, they all shimmered out.
The figure began pacing around the dark cave. Not long after, he paused and a smile imprinted on his pale, wrinkly face. The new source disappeared in a flash of fire.