Broken Seals

Ch 1: Breaking of Seals

Phoebe found herself floating in the black emptiness of space; she knew that this was one of her prophetic dreams. Her powers had advanced a long time ago to the point where she was now a seer of great power. Every vision she had ever had now came true without fail. She looked around trying to find where she was. Suddenly an orb appeared before her eyes. It took her less than a second to identify it as the earth.

She watched with interest as seven glowing spots appeared around the earth. The spots grew into seven angels with shining white wings. The angels stood guard around the earth swords standing in ready. Seven more angels, this time with black wings, appeared and stood in front of their counter parts. Both sets of angels raised their swords and approached each other.

Phoebe watched in shock as the angels swords met. With a deafening sound the earth cracked and broke into pieces. Phoebe watched as the scene faded into black. She sat there in darkness until she notices on the floor near her seven seals that glowed with an unearthly light. Five seals formed a star with white lines connecting them. The last two rotated in a circle around them. She watched as the seven angels from before appeared on their seals.

Phoebe felt a pull as the scene around her turned into what looked like a city street. She saw a man and a woman facing each other. The man touched his chest and a glowing pentagram appeared on it. The glow grew in strength until it had engulfed the whole city when it disappeared. Every living thing but the man and woman had disappeared.

Phoebe watched as they started to fight. The man pointed at two cars that suddenly turned on and started to drive at the woman. The woman punched the ground which cracked under her onslaught. The cars fell into the gaping hole. The woman started approaching the man only to be attacked by wires that came from the floor and near bye buildings. They cut into her body leaving terrible wounds. She pulled against the wires and they snapped. She shakily got to her feet and punched the man with such force that he flew across the street hitting a building. They both fell to the ground fatally injured. Sound and noise reappeared in the area as people reappeared in the city.

The ground started to shake violently and building and streets cracked. Phoebe stood in horror as sky scrapers collapsed and the world trembled. Phoebe's world faded to black with the sounds of people screaming hanging in her ear.

Chris was busy in the kitchen making breakfast for himself. Chris thought back to the times when this very kitchen would have been filled with voices. He could still hear in his mind the sounds of his brother and sister fighting over a piece of bacon and his dad trying to stop their fighting. His mom would be laughing with him at the spectacle in front of them.

Those days were long gone. Now Chris was the only resident of the once busy manor. Wyatt had moved out of the manor at the age of eighteen and had lost contact with any of his relatives. Melinda had moved to New York to go to college. Aunt Paige and Uncle Henry had moved out of the manor way before he could remember. They didn't live that far away, but their life was so busy that they hardly ever visited. His cousin Henry Jr. was still in high school and was filled with the woes of the teenage years, so he of course had little time for his cousin.

Phoebe and Coop had separated once the stress of their work had become too much for them. Coop was always away trying to hook people up and Phoebe's power had advanced so much that most of her time was split between her advice column and writing down the prophecies that plagued her waking and sleeping hours. Both had little time to take care of their child. Chris tried to spend every free moment he had being a surrogate father for his cousin Ian, but he just didn't have the time to be there for him all the time.

Chris continued making his breakfast intentionally keeping his mind off of his parents. Just thinking about the way they left the world filled him with such rage and sorrow that it was almost impossible to come out of it. Chris turned off the stove and sat down at the table and ate his breakfast while watching the news.

Chris was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard that the city of Chicago had suffered a terrible earth quake that had completely destroyed the city resulting in the deaths of over three million people. Chris looked up at the screen and saw a red inverted pentagram flash across the screen. Chris pushed his food away and went up to the attic.

Chris slowly walked towards the alter that now housed the legendary sword of Excalibur. Chris had been meaning to create stronger wards for the alter for a long time but now seemed like the best time. Chris raised his finger and drew a pentagram in the air. A glowing blue pentagram remained were his finger had drawn. Chris used his telekinesis to lift the pentagram over the alter and slowly lowered it onto the alter. The alter started to glow with an intense blue light. The attic was filled with light. Chris closed his eyes and when he opened them again the pentagram was gone.

Chris sighed knowing that the ward wouldn't be enough to stop one of the archangels but it would have to do. When his mother had died the responsibity of watching over the sword had fallen onto him since no one else was willing to. Chris sat down on one of the couches and whispered "As long as Wyatt doesn't come back here we have some time."

Wyatt sighed as his elbow was hit for the third time the stewardess pushing her cart. He hated flying when he could just orb, but Stephanie had bought him the ticket and had said "You are doing this the normal way mister." Wyatt had no idea what he was doing coming home fifteen years after he had left it. He had just had a sudden urge to see everyone again.

He couldn't wait to eat his mothers cooking again to hear his dad telling Chris to relax and have fun for once. To hear Melinda talk about the drama that was her life. God, he wouldn't even mind hearing his Aunt Phoebe talk about how annoying his uncle Coop was for being out all the time. He hadn't felt the slightest need to come back to this world that he had run away from over the last sixteen years, but he suddenly just needed to be home.

Phoebe sat in the middle of a round bed that was covered with blue satin sheets staring at the screen showing the carnage that was once Chicago. Phoebe knew that this was just the beginning; the seal of technology had been destroyed. Phoebe wouldn't be surprised if the stock market crashed or if the computers around the world stopped working.

Phoebe covered her face with her hands and started crying. The day she had been dreading for the last few years had finally arrived. The end of the world was approaching quickly and only six of the seven seals remained to stop the approaching apocalypse.