A/N
How did no one think of this yet?
I own nothing. Except for the mentioned prophecy and Jason Pines.

Bricriu POV; 2nd Person

Bricriu was not a happy Will O Wisp. First he was sealed inside of a "flash drive" of one of those "laptops" the human's created for over who knows how long. Then he finds out that his nemesis has had not one, but two children. Twins in fact, the younger of which having inherited her gift of magic. Witness to say, the forces of darkness were not happy, no not one bit. They sent him to seek out the child, and gauge if he/she was as strong as his/her mother-if not stronger-and whether or not he/she was a threat to their plans.

After searching through the magic grape vine-pixie's were such horrible gossipers, they should stick to just making pixie dust for that pan kid-he finally found the location of the hospital the twins were at. Entering the baby room, he floated above the twins. One was a girl who was wrapped up in a pink blanket, while the boy was wrapped up in a blue blanket. He had a noticeably blue tint on his face though.

If the Will O Wisp could pale, he would, that blue tint was a sign of a very powerful magic user, one that was as powerful as the Ancient Ones. The boy wasn't just as strong as his mother, he was stronger than both her and her father combined and their power kicked up to an 11! He was more than a threat, he could very well be the one prophesied to stop their plans! Keeping his fear in check, Bricriu went over to the girl. She had little to no magic in her, just enough to allow a high tolerance to pain, but nothing else.

Hearing footsteps, the sprixie went up into the hanging light sources that adorned the ceiling. A doctor he believed from his white attire and look, came in, picked up the two babies and left the room. Bricriu almost didn't make it out of the room before the door closed; until he remembered that he could teleport. If a sprixie had hands, he'd be slapping himself. Following the man, he found himself in a large white room, where his nemesis and her spouse were waiting, eager to get a hand on their children.

This was bad, if they got those kids, then all of these years of planning, and being trapped in a digital makeshift Spirit World was all for naught. His nemesis took the boy into her arms, while her spouse took the girl. Thinking on his non-existent feet, the sprixie performed a fire spell, and an enlarging spell. The hospital was up in flames before you could say oops. Performing a fast forward spell for good measure, the ceiling above the two collapsed as the building was turning a twisted black and dark brown. They were separated, and the spouse and girl quickly ran to an emergency exit, but his nemesis and the boy were under the rubble when it fell. So that plus the sudden shock of the fire shouldn't have allowed them to survive.

His nemesis was dead, the boy was too, and their plans were safe. So what if his own magic signature was flooding the area and making it hard to sense other magic users-other than the boy and his nemesis there weren't any-he did what he needed to do.

That was all that mattered.

Fiona POV; 1st Person

I landed at my emergency safe house in the woods of Transylvania, yes it was sudden, but it was the only place I could think of to go in the case of an emergency like that. That magic signature wasn't my imagination; Bricriu was back, and he had been targeting my son and I. How did he escape from my flash drive, did the forces of darkness break him out, or did he do that himself? I couldn't think about that now, I had to get inside my safe house, and take care of my son.

After I turned the carvings to their proper place, and pressed the sigils in the right order, I was in my home away from home.

I had a few baby supplies, they should last me a year at best, had I not had magic. I knew I was smart thinking ahead in case I had a baby, and stockpiling this place with baby supplies. I had heard in the magic community that magic babies needed twice the normal amount a regular human baby needed, but I figured that with my magic, I could bypass that little speed bump.

I set my son down into the crib I had in my bedroom, went to the living room and turned on the TV I had, planning to check the news-different time zones and all, plus magic was involved-and the news was just awful. The California Eggbert District General Hospital was completely burned from the inside out. Over 100 patients were dead, 20 staff members were found burned to a crisp, and many were injured and suffered 4th degree burns. One of the survivors was my husband, as well as my Mabel. The firefighters had arrived, but the damage was done, all they could do now was put out the fires on the nearby plants. My husband was begging them to go inside to find my son and I; he was patting a crying Mabel on the back, trying to sooth her back into blissful sleep.

They said that they already sent a couple men when they had started to prepare the hose, but the chance of any survivors was dangerously low. I continued watching, and after what seemed like an eternity-actually it was fifteen minutes-the men they sent in came out. They said that there was a large pile of rubble in the waiting room, and that other than the walls, the entire area above it was being held up by it. If they tried to move it, the entire section above them would've collapsed on them. In other words, anyone that was caught under that rubble was as good as gone.

Luckily it wasn't the east wing that it was supporting, as more survivors were found there; had I still been charged and in that wing, my son and I would probably still be there with Jason and Mabel. But no, it was now official, I Fiona Phillips-Pines and my son were dead. I watched as Jason broke down in tears, and held Mabel close. I never did tell him about my adventures, magic, or about my website that I think is still up. Maybe they'd discover it, but for now all they had of me was what's in the house.

I turned off the TV, went to the kitchen and cooked up a bottle of warm milk. I went into my bedroom just as my little boy started crying. I picked him up, cradled him, soothed him, and feed him his milk. I didn't have formula so I had to use other means. As he was suckling the bottle, and looking up at me I realized something. He didn't have a name. Jason and I knew what to call the girl after a couple days of thinking. But we couldn't think of a proper name for the boy and spent all of last night thinking up various names for him.

At first we considered naming him Alcor after one of the twin stars. But then we thought of naming him Sam or Jack, after the two spirits of Fall/Halloween and Winter. Then we just started listing random names. We thought of Dave, Marco, Maurice, Cal, Aaron, and Jekyll. But none of them stuck with us.

Looking down at my little boy, I saw something I hadn't before: a birthmark shaped like the big dipper. I then realized something, and a stupid grin spread across my face. After he finished, and I burped him, I set him down into the crib, humming him a lullaby. Before he closed his eyes, I kissed him on his forehead and said.

"Good night, my little Dipper."

I went to my bed, and got under the covers. Before I fell asleep I had a thought-one that was pestering me throughout the pregnancy and these past two days. Would I have to train him? Yes. But it would all be worth it.