A being that can either be magical or nonmagical who has a much coveted
gift. This gift involves the ease of moving through time and the
infinitely rare permission to alter the past, present, and future through
active intervention. Because of the delicate and easily exploited talent,
the traveler is carefully chosen by the council of the Old Ones and of the
Dark Lords at the time of birth to insure absolutely no corruption upon the
newborn traveler. Being so pivotal in the universal timeline order,
potential travelers will be protected with great care by both councils
before they are selected upon birth.
The potential traveler shows no signs of great power either of wiccan heredity or otherwise. This is a precautionary measure to maintain the potential's neutrality on the sides of good and evil. With all these measures in place, there will be no doubt that the chosen traveler will be very aware of their role and will make wholly certain that their timeline endeavors are not liable to cause an irreparably damaging rip in the universal timeline. If this occurs, the order is lost, as well as the omniscient presence of time. Essentially, all timelines will lose their linearity, and humanity will suffer for it.
After having just read the BoS entry on The Travelers, Piper was speechless about the implications of her son being this rare honor. It all made sense now though. Why Chris had come back, unworried of all the things he was constantly changing by first of all being here and then making her, Phoebe, and Paige vanquish demons that were still present in his future...not to mention the reveal of his true identity and intentions on Wyatt's part. And he had no problem negotiating with both sides (getting leads from demons, informing the three and Leo of his mission's purpose) to achieve what was necessary...
"Why the hell are you making me do this? That event worked out for the best, why change it?" Chris inquired of both councils.
"We are told it is beneficial to humanity if this occurrence would be prevented."
"By the Dark Lords' council, right? In case you haven't noticed they're evil and almost always have a hidden agenda behind their 'suggestions'."
"Even so, we all feel that it is very necessary you temporarily suspend your current assignment before circumstances get too out of hand."
"I've FOLLOWED the protocol...I haven't done anything to merit an 'out of hand' warning. And since when do you listen to the opposing council? I thought the Old Ones would be more wary of a stupid idea..."
The council of Dark Lords, who were too absorbed in telepathic conversation to listen to the traveler's complaints before, now was defiant at the criticism of their idea.
A speaker of the Dark Lords' council stood up to object to the thoughtless criticism, "We feel our suggestion is well-founded and reviewed. It is therefore ridiculous to find it stupid and we find this an insult on our sound judgment."
"The only sound you could produce is an annoying cacophony of screeches, scratches, and screams, which by the way is the only route you can take to actually MAKE people listen to you!" Chris countered.
"Just go traveler, we have made it unanimous, you cannot override our decision. I am truly sorry. But I trust you will do well...after all you are one of our finest..."
The council of Dark Lords smiled at the look of defeat on the traveler's face.
"Fine then. I'll do it." He conceded bitingly, and with a quick spell sent himself to the past.
After both councils had left the chamber, only two had remained...
"Well Will, how does it feel to be sending a friend to his death?"
"Travelers don't die. They're immortal like us."
"But like us, they can get hurt remember? You were quite sick once if I recall."
Will glared at the Black Rider, who he had first seen on one Midwinter's eve years ago, and answered bitterly, "You weren't so cocky when the hellhounds were biting your incorrigible ass, now were you?"
"Ah, but the spectacle was amazing. That was a plus."
Will rolled his eyes. How easily the Dark forget their losses...
The potential traveler shows no signs of great power either of wiccan heredity or otherwise. This is a precautionary measure to maintain the potential's neutrality on the sides of good and evil. With all these measures in place, there will be no doubt that the chosen traveler will be very aware of their role and will make wholly certain that their timeline endeavors are not liable to cause an irreparably damaging rip in the universal timeline. If this occurs, the order is lost, as well as the omniscient presence of time. Essentially, all timelines will lose their linearity, and humanity will suffer for it.
After having just read the BoS entry on The Travelers, Piper was speechless about the implications of her son being this rare honor. It all made sense now though. Why Chris had come back, unworried of all the things he was constantly changing by first of all being here and then making her, Phoebe, and Paige vanquish demons that were still present in his future...not to mention the reveal of his true identity and intentions on Wyatt's part. And he had no problem negotiating with both sides (getting leads from demons, informing the three and Leo of his mission's purpose) to achieve what was necessary...
"Why the hell are you making me do this? That event worked out for the best, why change it?" Chris inquired of both councils.
"We are told it is beneficial to humanity if this occurrence would be prevented."
"By the Dark Lords' council, right? In case you haven't noticed they're evil and almost always have a hidden agenda behind their 'suggestions'."
"Even so, we all feel that it is very necessary you temporarily suspend your current assignment before circumstances get too out of hand."
"I've FOLLOWED the protocol...I haven't done anything to merit an 'out of hand' warning. And since when do you listen to the opposing council? I thought the Old Ones would be more wary of a stupid idea..."
The council of Dark Lords, who were too absorbed in telepathic conversation to listen to the traveler's complaints before, now was defiant at the criticism of their idea.
A speaker of the Dark Lords' council stood up to object to the thoughtless criticism, "We feel our suggestion is well-founded and reviewed. It is therefore ridiculous to find it stupid and we find this an insult on our sound judgment."
"The only sound you could produce is an annoying cacophony of screeches, scratches, and screams, which by the way is the only route you can take to actually MAKE people listen to you!" Chris countered.
"Just go traveler, we have made it unanimous, you cannot override our decision. I am truly sorry. But I trust you will do well...after all you are one of our finest..."
The council of Dark Lords smiled at the look of defeat on the traveler's face.
"Fine then. I'll do it." He conceded bitingly, and with a quick spell sent himself to the past.
After both councils had left the chamber, only two had remained...
"Well Will, how does it feel to be sending a friend to his death?"
"Travelers don't die. They're immortal like us."
"But like us, they can get hurt remember? You were quite sick once if I recall."
Will glared at the Black Rider, who he had first seen on one Midwinter's eve years ago, and answered bitterly, "You weren't so cocky when the hellhounds were biting your incorrigible ass, now were you?"
"Ah, but the spectacle was amazing. That was a plus."
Will rolled his eyes. How easily the Dark forget their losses...