It's normal when you think of Christmas you think of family. Yet the Pryce family is anything by normal.

First of all Pryce isn't thier real last name. Not all of it anyways. Separated at birth by their bastard of a father the family was only recently

Reunited about a year ago, after the eldest brother Matthew had changed his name and had made a pit stop in a small town of Pinegreen Virginia on his way to Miami from New York City. Stopping there only for a week or two was his plan. Make a few bucks then go off to Miami. Yet his plans changed quickly. After getting a quick job as a sub, from one of his new best friends Wren Oak, Matthew had heard a name. Wyndam Pryce...it was his real last name. Yet he had changed it from Wesley to Matthew (his middle name) because he was hiding from his parents. He heard the name on his attendance sheet of the small first grade class he was teaching. He found out where the boy lived and found out he had 3 siblings.

Second of all, the Pryce siblings aren't normal people either. Shortly finding out about each other they also found something else out. Theirs destiny. Each guided by her own guardian animal, each has his or her own personal destiny. Yet when you come right down to it they have one thing in common.

Either destroy the world.... or save it.

Yet it's Christmas and so the only thing on 9 year-old Luke Pryce's, (William Lukas Wyndam-Pryce) mind was what kind of spell Santa use's to figure out who's naughty or nice.

"Markus could you get the door please?" yelled Matthew to his other brother Mark, or Wilfred was his real name. The boy was 17, and quite large for his age. Not fat, just very tall and muscular. People at his school call him grizzly because he is so big, yet is over-all quite a softy, especially for little Joni, or Wendy which is her real name. His baby sister, whom is only 5.

Mark opened up the wooden door to see the Oak's standing thier.

Wren Oak was Matthew's best friend. The pair went to collage to get thier teachers degree together, and Wren was also able to fix Matt's application for the public high school he had been working at so that it looked like he had been teaching for 5 so he got a bit more money.

RJ Oak was Wren's little brother, and Luke's best friend. Well one of them.

"Hey Mr. Oak." said Mark, being quite used to seeing his History teacher at his house.

"Mark, hi, is Li-" yet Mark shook his head no, everyone knew not to say the L word around the house at the moment. "Still fighting huh?" asked Wren arching a brow.

"Wren can I go find Luke."

"Yeh sure bud,"

"He's up in his room," said Mark steeping to the side letting the 9 year old run upstairs. Wren walked in the house casually as the pair started walking to the kitchen.

"What are they fighting about again?" asked Wren.

"Something about Matt totally forgetting about thier 6 month anniversary." shrugged Mark.

"Really? I heard it was about Liz forgetting about Matt's birthday." shrugged Wren as they came into the kitchen, the fume intoxicating.

If someone in 8 years saw Wesley Matthew Wyndam Pryce they wouldn't believe it was he. He didn't look that much older then Mark. He looked about 23 or so. Amazing bright blue eyes, so young and so full of life. He was wearing a pair of slightly bagging jeans being held up by a belt, and then a white long sleeve sweater with the sleeve's rolled up. He had an apron around his waist covering his legs as he dashed back and forth in the kitchen. His hat which was a New York Yankees baseball cap was on backwards on his hair which was slightly redish brownish in color. His glass's rested on the top of his head which he wore at home when in public he usually wears contacts. He has had to wear glass's ever since he had gotten his sight back from being blind for months. Shadow his jet black wolf with bright blue eyes lied at the kitchenfloor lookinganoyyed with hismaster. Shadow was Matt'sguardian animal, guide (he always seems to smell the demon thier hunting) and was in fact his guide dog when he had become blind almost exactly a year ago. For the Pryce family got him on their first Christmas last year for he was just sitting thier infront of Matt's small apartment. He groanded and infact rolled his eyes as he saw Mark and Wren come in.

"Yo, British I brought the-"

"Oh Wren thank god your here." he said running from one pot that had steam coming from it. "Take this and start stirring," he said handing a wooden spoon to the clueless African American man. "Mark check the turkey?" he said taking charge of the kitchen as Wren and Mark just looked at each other both obviously clueless of the art of cooking.

"Emma come on!" said RJ, up high in the tree house. The little 9-year-old Emma started climbing the rope ladder to the quite grand tree house that Mark had made for RJ Luke, and her over the summer. Back in Jamaica his "father" was a carpenter so he knew how to handle wood.

"I'm coming jeez," she said as she pulled herself up into the wooden building in which she could stand in. "So how's the plan going?"

"Well, so far we have nothing," said Luke sitting in one of the beanbags.

"Well come on! How hard can it get Matt, and Liz back together!"

"Guys. Maybe we shouldn't meddle. I mean technically it isn't any of our-" yet RJ was interrupted.

"We have to get them back together. Matt is being really annoying, I mean he has this odd thing for cooking now."

"Same, well it's cleaning for Liz, and I don't get turkey out my older sibling." said Emma plopping down next to Luke in an old couch.

"How about we do something like in that parent trap movie?" asked Luke.

"Nay, thier first date was at the beach. We can't redo that." Emma said standing up as she started to pace in annoyance.

"How about we send one of them a gift and say it's from the other." suggested RJ quietly. RJ was quite yet very loyal and overall quite a nice boy.

"Nay, Matt's so smart for that," said Luke, whom was the jock, the kid who swam every day. Literally. Not the smartest person in the world, and can be a bit cocky at times yet he has gotten better.

"Yeh, Lukey-boy is right." Emma replied. She was a tomboy, playing basketball all the time, and swam in the summer with Luke. She would

Rather die then wear a dress and was always off getting in trouble with RJ and Luke. Suddenly she stopped pacing and looking up. "I got an idea."