Broken Destiny
Wyatt Halliwell paced slowly down the torchlit corridor in one of the many intersecting caves in the center of the underworld. He held on tightly to the hilt of Excalibur, knowing that the sword would guide him when the time came for him to take out the Source. So much had happened in the last twenty four hours, and all the stress was starting to get to the young witch. Wyatt had a lot more to deal with than your average sixteen year old. Not only was he a witch, but the Twice Blessed Child. He was the strongest witch in history and was destined to rule Camelot.
That wasn't the part that was troubling him though. The Source of All Evil was waging an all out war with Wyatt, constantly attacking the manor to draw the champion out. After yesterday's attack that had almost cost the life of his younger cousin, Paris, Wyatt decided it was time for him to take care of this demon once and for all. The only problem was that he had been searching the underworld for almost an hour now, and there hadn't yet been any sign of a demon. That fact alone unsettled him, not to mention that the Source had been trying to take out the Charmed line for years now.
"Silly boy..." called a weak voice from a dark corner of the cavern Wyatt had just entered.
"Who's there?" replied Wyatt tightening his grip of the sword.
"Its not matter...they're all dead by now." mumbled the demon who was obviously out of his mind.
Wyatt opened his palm and a small ball of glowing orbs lit up the dark cavern to reveal a skinny and fragile demon with an atham sticking out of its stomach. It wouldn't survive much longer. "What are you talking about?"
"It was all a trap silly boy...you're family is dead!" the demon shouted before busting into flames and fading from existence.
"What?" shouted Wyatt as he disappeared in a swirl of blue and white orbs.
What awaited him would change his life forever...
Moments before Wyatt orbed into the attic, the army of demons shimmered out of place. When he reformed in the room Wyatt saw his younger brother hugging his cousin Paris tightly and the both of them were crying. This was not good, not good at all.
"What's going on?" asked Wyatt with a worried tone.
"Mommy...and daddy...they're..." his ten year old cousin cried with tears streaming down her face.
"No!...Aunt Paige...Uncle Kyle..." said Wyatt as he ran over to the their dead bodies on the other side of the room. His aunt had a scorch mark on her chest, and she had obviously been killed by a fireball. Wyatt shakily put his hands over her wound and tried to heal her, but nothing happened. His uncle Kyle had a darklighter arrow stuck in his shoulder.
"Wyatt, there were too many. We couldn't fight all of them." sobbed Chris as he indicated to the other end of the attic.
Wyatt's heart throbbed in his chest as he second guessed what his brother was talking about. In front of him lay the dead bodies of his parents. His mother with a gaping hole where an athame had once been, and his father with a darklighter arrow potruding from his neck.
"I tried to heal her...but...but..." and Chris just cried harder at the sight of his mother's corpse.
"No..." said Wyatt with an emotionless look on his face. His world was gone. Excalibur dropped from his hands as he looked upon their lifeless bodies lying there on the floor. It was as if none of this was happening, like it wasn't real. But, Wyatt knew better, and he didn't have time to dwell on the fact at this point.
"Where's Mel? And Aunt Phoebe?" he asked his cousin and brother who were crying out of control.
"Mel...oh no...they ...were downstairs by themselves..." cried Paris between sobs.
Wyatt stood there stone faced. "Lets go look for them, come on...we need to get out of this room." he said without any emotion. He was in a state of shock.
His brother and Paris both stood up and supported eachother as they all walked out of the attic and started their descent down the stairs to the Halliwell parlor, Wyatt leading the way. His heart felt as if it had been torn from his chest, and this wasn't the end of his heart break. He stopped dead in his tracks, halfway down the stairs. His aunt Phoebe lay on the floor, her eyes open and her head lolled to one side. Her neck had been snapped.
His little cousin Melinda lay sprawled out over her body, crying relentlessly. Chris rushed to her side and so did Paris and they all cried together. Wyatt couldn't do it, he was too shellshocked to do anything. This was all wrong, this wasn't supposed to happen. If only he had stayed. If only he hadn't gone to the underworld, his family would still be alive and none of this would be happening. But he had, and now he had the worst consequences imagineable because of that one choice. He stood facing a shattered family, with no parents to turn to.
"Come on...everyone in the living room." said Wyatt not wanting them to be near the bodies any longer. Just that thought scared him...they weren't people anymore, just bodies.
His cousins and Chris both cried harder as they walked and sat down together on the couch. Wyatt morned silently before orbing his aunts corpse into the attic with the other's.
"Wyatt, what're we gonna do?" asked Chris with red puffy eyes, obviously blaming himself for all of this.
"Yeah...what're we gonna do?" asked Melinda crying.