Well, due to overwhelming (Okay, so I lied, it's only eight) requests so far, here is chapter one of the sequel.

Carefully leaning over the pool the Oracle breathed a mist over the water and waited, "Hurry up Seer!" the demon beside him snarled, "What do you see?"

The Oracle's eyes opened a little wider as images began playing out in the water in front of him.

"A flash of white

Brilliant night

Your death upon

A witch's knife."

The demon pulled the seer away from the water and slammed him against the wall, "What does that mean?"

The Oracle winced as the rocks poked in his back, "It means that you're going to be vanquished."

"By who?"

"I don't know! The figure was shrouded in a white light. I couldn't make them out. Now let me go!"

The demon backhanded him, it's long, sharp fingernails slicing across his cheek, "I won't forget this Seer."

The Oracle's hand was pressed against his cheek, "You won't be alive long enough to worry about forgetting." He whispered as the demon left his lair.

He moved over to the cushions, the chain around his ankle rattling as it hit the Seer's pool, he'd been raised up in the heavens with the Elders for fourteen years until one night an Elder stole him from his bed and delivered him to the Source. He'd gone from one extreme to another and for the past two years he'd been the Source's personal Seer. (The Source vanquished his last because she pissed him off too much). The Underworld marveled at the fact that the Oracle's innocence still seemed intact.

The black silk wrap that fell from his hips to his ankles parted slightly as he lifted his right leg to work on the lock on his ankle with the athame he'd hidden amongst the cushions.

He had to suppress a cry as the athame slipped and sliced his leg, "How are we feeling today Oracle?"

Still facing away from the door he smiled "I'm well my Lord."

"Why can I smell blood?"

The Oracle hid the athame back under the cushions, "I cut myself on the cauldron. I'm alright. What is it you wished of me?"

"I need your assistance."

The Oracle rose from the cushions and bowed to the Source, his long dark hair concealed the scratch marks. "Consider it done."

He shifted slightly and the Source saw the marks, "What happened?"

"An Unsatisfied customer." The Oracle replied, "Don't trouble yourself my Lord. Place a drop of blood in the pool and I'll find out what I can."

"I wish to try a more direct approach." The Source cut open the tip of his middle finger and cupped the Oracle's chin to face him, tilting his head up the Source ran the blood along his lips then slipped his finger into the open mouth and let a drop fall on the Seer's tongue and said, "Taste."

As the boy closed his mouth he was thrown into a premonition.

Three teenage girls stood before the Source holding hands and chanting. All of a sudden the Source exploded into flames.

The Oracle's eyes flew open, "My God!"

"What did you see?"

"Your death." The Seer mumbled.

"What?"

"Three women, teenagers…holding hands and chanting. You were vanquished in a explosion of flames."

"What were they chanting?"

"I don't-" the oracle licked it's lips and suddenly he was back in the vision.

The three teenagers were chanting, the seer turned to the right and his blood froze, The Charmed Ones.

'The Power of Three will set us free, the power of three will set us free, the power of three will set us free."

"The power of three."

The Source stooped over and whispered in the shaking Oracle's ear, "Well done my pet."

He nodded, "Thank you My Lord."

The Source shimmered out and the Oracle collapsed back into the cushions and wiped his mouth furiously, the taste of the Source's blood was disgusting.

He went back to work on the lock, he needed out of here.

The sun was setting over San Francisco and Wyatt Matthew Halliwell was ready to go to the Underworld. He'd had the weekend to himself and wanted to go on a vanquish before the family got home.

Sheathing Excalibur on his back and slipping on a black jacket he orbed down to the underworld. Walking through the sand he heard crashes and screaming up ahead. Cautiously he followed the noise and stopped outside a cavern that had a flimsy curtain over the opening, through the curtain he could see a demon slapping a younger demon that he couldn't quite make out.

That's when he heard it,

"A flash of white

Brilliant night

Your death upon

A witch's knife."

Wyatt was suddenly engulfed in a white light as the demon stalked out, grabbing Excalibur he sliced it through the demon and as it collapsed into a pile of ash the light faded.

Looking into the cavern again he saw the Source.

"Three women, teenagers…holding hands and chanting. You were vanquished in a explosion of flames."

"What were they chanting?"

"I don't-"

"The power of three."

The Source stooped over and whispered in the shaking Oracle's ear, "Well done my pet."

He nodded, "Thank you My Lord."

The Source shimmered out and the boy went back to the cushions seemingly intent on doing something.

The Oracle stiffened and whispered, "When three planets burn as one over a sky of dancing light, and magic will rest on a holy day to welcome a twice-blessed child."

"Did you say something?" Wyatt asked as he pushed through the curtain, the Oracle shook his head.

"So I guess you want your future told?" the Oracle asked with a yawn.

Wyatt shrugged, "Sure, why not."

The Oracle rose to his feet and without looking up he said, "I tell your fortune, you undo the cuff on my leg. Do we have a deal?"

Wyatt saw the blood on the oracle's face, "Do you want me to heal your face?"

He turned to face Wyatt and the Twice Blessed staggered back in surprise, "What the hell?"

He turned back to the pool and Wyatt watched in fascination as he blew a mist over the crystal clear water, it wasn't like when his Aunt got a premonition, hers were jerky, this, this was elegant.

After a few moments the Oracle turned back to face Wyatt, "First tell me why I scared you."

"You look like my younger brother. Christian."

"Well, my name's Christopher."

"What was your vision?"

Chris smiled, "Excalibur sings tonight. Two meant to be three will reunite."

Wyatt arched an eyebrow, "And what does that mean?"

"Have you never listened to your sword? And I think the second part might be self explanatory."

"How do I know you're not just a shape shifter?"

"I'm an Oracle. I was raised in the Heavens. By the Elders. I was kidnapped, been stuck down here for two years. The only powers I have are sensing, telekinesis, pyrokinesis and my premonitions."

"Can't you orb?" Wyatt asked, reaching for his sword, "I mean you're half whitelighter right?"

"Yes. But for some reason they," he waved his hands upwards, "didn't want me leaving heavens."

Wyatt raised his sword, "Here goes nothing." He brought the sword crashing down on the chain and watched with awe as the chain shattered into a million pieces.

Chris looked up through his hair and smiled, "Told you it would sing." He paused, "You said something about healing?"

Wyatt held his hand over Chris' face, Wyatt watched in fascination as Chris' head moved toward the glow like a kitten.

"There. We better get going."

Chris looked up, "wait a second. I have something I need to get." He reached in under the cushions and pulled out the small green handled athame. He tucked it into the small of his back and grinned at Wyatt's startled expression, "Protection."

"So we should go to the manor."

Chris frowned, "No. I need to go 'Up there', I need to see Theo."

"Why?"

"Please…" Chris pleaded, he reached out and as he took Wyatt's hand Wyatt nodded, and soon they were up in the heavens.

Chris looked so out of place, in a black silk wrap where everyone else (bar Wyatt) was wearing robes. But then Chris started shouting in the language of the Elders; all attention was on the young oracle as one Elder came rushing over.

Wyatt never understood the language of the Elders but he could tell that this other Elder was trying to calm him down. Finally the Elder slipped into English.

"Chris? Is it really you?"

Chris was nodding, his dark hair falling over his face finally he too slipped back to English, "Yes Theo."

Theo took a step back and surveyed the boy, his hair fell to his shoulders, there was a silver band twisted into a snake on his forearm.

"What happened to you? Why did you leave?"

"It wasn't by choice Theo, you and I both know I can't orb. Someone here took me in my sleep and delivered me to the Source. I've been his Seer for the past two years."

Theo was staring at the young boy, and frowned when he felt it, magic interlaced with blood. He'd been practicing blood magic. Oh no.

"What's wrong Theo? I'm home…"

"You can't stay here Chris."

Chris' voice quavered, "What?"

"You've been practicing blood magic. You know it's strictly forbidden."

"I didn't have a choice! Theo you can't just abandon me…"

Theo looked over at Wyatt, "You've found your family Chris. Go with him. You can't stay here anymore. Not at least until your afterlife."

"Can I go to my room a moment. There's something I need to do."

Theo nodded, "Off you go."

Wyatt followed him to a small alcove and when Chris pushed open the door they both walked in.

"Chris I'm sorry."

Chris turned to his brother, tears glistening in the emerald orbs, "Do you think they'll want me?"

Wyatt pulled him into a hug, "Of course they will."

Chris pulled away and smiled, "I hope you're right."

"What are we doing here?"

"I need to find out who took me. I-" he touched his bed and was thrown into a vision.

Chris was fast asleep when blue orbs appeared in his room, an Elder dressed in his golden robe with his face covered with his hood; Chris started to stir as the Elder placed a hand on Chris' shoulder then orbed them out.

Chris' sleep seemed to fall away as they landed on the warm sand in the Underworld, half asleep the young witchlighter scrambled to his feet when he saw the black robes of the Source.

"Here he is." The Elder said sadly, "Remember our deal."

"I won't forget Elder."

Chris paused the vision (Yes he can do that. Like Johnny on the dead zone), he didn't remember this, walking toward the Elder he bent down a little and to his horror saw that it was the man who raised him, Theo.

The Elder orbed out and The Source grabbed hold of the boy's arm and shimmered to a small cavern, clicking his fingers a chain snaked around Chris' ankle and his clothing changed from a pair or white drawstring pajama pants to a black silk wrap from his hips downwards.

"What's going on?" Chris was becoming more and more coherent with each passing second.

"Welcome to your new home my little Oracle." The Source said, he waved his hand and the boy collapsed back to sleep.

Chris came gasping out of the vision, he stumbled a little and Wyatt caught him before he fell, "It was Theo." Chris whispered, "It was Theo."

"Oh God Chris. I'm sorry."

"Can we go? Please?"

Wyatt nodded and orbed them back to the manor. Chris stared at his surroundings in wide eyed wonder, "This, this is how mortals live?"

"Yeah." They heard breaking glass from the conservatory. Walking out they saw a multitude of magical creatures standing there.

A leprechaun looked up at them, "We're here to see the Oracle."

"The Oracle? You guys are mistaken."

The leprechaun looked up at Wyatt, "Laddie, when a magical being as powerful as the innocent turned into the Source's seer is freed, the entire magical community knows about it."

"Well, can you come back-"

Chris placed a hand on Wyatt's arm, "It's okay."

"Are you sure?"

Chris nodded, "Yeah. Can you get me a big bowl of water and point me in the direction of the most comfortable seat?"

"Yeah, go back to the lounge."

Chris looked at the leprechaun, "If you'll be so kind as to follow me."

Sitting on the couch Chris motioned for the leprechaun to sit opposite, he didn't have to wait long for the bowl and as Wyatt stepped away Chris leant over it and the other magical beings watched in wonder as the Oracle blew a mist over the water. Waving his hand over it Chris' eyes focused then he whispered.

"Step outside the rainbow,

Clouds and shades of gray

The shilalie will fall

On Saint Patrick's day."

Chris came out of the trance and stared at the leprechaun, "I'm so sorry Jimmy."

"What else did you see?"

"Demons slaughtered an entire clan. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help."

"It's okay laddie." Jimmy nodded understandingly as he stood up and placed a gold coin on the table, "You can only tell me what you see."

"Wait." Chris called. Leaning over the pool he waved a hand over in and his eyes screwed shut, "Bring all the clans together. Cloak yourselves. Ask the fairies for their help. Their magic, it'll vanquish them…"

"Are you sure?"

Chris' green eyes opened again, "Yes."

The leprechaun smiled, "Thank you."

One by one Chris went through the magical beings in the hall, he was about to go into another vision when his eyes felt like they were being used as a pin cushion, he doubled over and cried out in pain. The nymph whose fortune he'd been telling ran out "The Oracle's hurt."

Wyatt ran into the lounge, "Chris what's wrong?"

"My eyes." Chris cried out, "they're killing me."

Wyatt placed his hands on Chris' head and once again let his healing wash over the boy, he heard Chris sigh, "Are you okay?" Wyatt asked.

Chris rubbed his temples, "Yeah, I think so."

"Maybe they should go- you look spent."

"No." Chris said, "I'll be fine."

Chris nodded at the nymph, "You can come back in now."

Wyatt sat down beside Chris and watched him go into the trance again, he couldn't get over how amazing this kid was, thrust from one surrounding to the next and he was so calm about it, willingly helping all these creatures.

"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell what the hell are all these people doing in my house!" Piper yelled.

Chris snapped out of the vision gasping for breath, "W, Wyatt what's going on?"

"Take a breath. Mum's home."

Wyatt got up and walked to the hall and smiled brilliantly, "Hi Mum!"

"Don't you 'hi mum' me. What is going on?"

"Excuse me." A dwarf said, "But we're here to see the Oracle and he can't do his thing with all this yelling."

"Oracle?" Piper looked at her son, "What oracle?"

"Don't get mad okay…I did go down to the Underworld…"

"And that surprises the human race why?" Kit smirked.

"Shut up." Wyatt snarked.

"What Oracle?" Piper repeated.

Wyatt looked at his Aunts, Uncles, cousins, brother and parents, "You need to see this for yourself."

The Nymph whose fortune Chris had been telling walked out, rain was pelting down outside, "Um, the Oracle has well…walked away."

Wyatt's eyebrows arched, "Walked away? Where the hell could he go?"

"Outside I think." She replied.

Wyatt ran to the back door, followed by his family and saw Chris in the middle of the back yard absolutely saturated.

"Wyatt what's going on?" Piper asked as she surveyed the drenched figure in the middle of the yard, when Chris wiped his hair off his face Piper cried out in shock, "It's a demon! It has to be."

"It's not." Leo replied.

Wyatt, followed by his brother and cousins, walked outside, "Chris what are you doing?" Wyatt laughed, "You'll get sick."

Chris held his arms up and laughed, his eyes wide with childlike innocence, "What is this?"

"Rain." Wyatt said with a laugh, "Now come inside."

Chris' eyes locked on to Kit, walking over to him he studied his twin, "You're Christian, aren't you?"

Kit nodded, "Who are you?"

Chris smiled warmly, "I'm your brother."

"Where are you from?" Penny Matthews- Halliwell asked.

Chris grinned pointing, "Up there… and down there."

"You mean you were in the Underworld."

"Two years." Chris replied, he looked at Wyatt, "They're not mad I just walked out are they?"

Prue and Melinda Halliwell simply stared at their newly found cousin in shock, Kit was a twin…

Piper and her sisters turned to Leo, "What?"

"Chris wasn't stillborn."

Piper's eyes were wide in shock, "WHAT?"

"I gave him to the Elders to protect him. After everything that happened I thought it would be best-" Leo didn't get a chance to finish as Piper blew him into a million little blue orbs.

When he reformed she screamed, "You bastard!"

"Piper, you have to understand," Leo pleaded, "I did what I did to protect him. His powers-" Leo was cut off by Piper slapping him across the face and repeating her previous bastard comment.

Phoebe noticed Chris' head snap up then the young boy disappear, "Guys calm down. You just freaked him out."

Wyatt and the others were looking around, "Chris?" finally they saw the raindrops creating a figure a few feet away, "Chris you can come out now, it's okay"

Slowly Chris began to reappear, shaking, the black wrap was clinging to his legs and his hair was plastered all over his face, "I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Didn't mention you had invisibility."

"It only happens when I'm scared." Chris said sheepishly.

He looked up into the rain and laughed, "I like this. This feeling, it's…" he struggled to find the right word, "nice."

"As nice as it is," Kit and Wyatt took him by the arms and led him inside, "we need to get your half naked butt inside and dry you off before you get a cold."

Chris allowed himself to be led back inside, as soon as he stepped foot in the door he was engulfed in a hug from Piper, "Oh my baby…my little baby boy. I love you so much."

Chris took a step back and studied his mother, his eyes drinking in everything about her, timidly he rose a hand to her face, lightly tracing her features with his fingers. Raising her hands to his face she felt the goose bumps on his neck and face, "Oh honey you're freezing. Let's get you dried off."

Leading him into the bathroom Piper wrapped a warm fluffy towel and began to rub him dry. She looked back at her other sons, "Kit honey, could you grab something for your brother to wear?"

Kit walked to the room he shared with his brother and grabbed a pair of green trackies, a t shirt and a hoodie, "Here mum."

Piper passed the clothes to Chris, "Get dressed and if you just sense and orb we'll be downstairs-" she paused at the frown on his face, what is it?"

"I can't orb."

"Why not?"

"The Elders bound it." Chris said simply, "They didn't want me leaving the heavens."

"But how did you end up in the underworld?"

The taps in the bathroom flew off the walls and water began to pour out. Wyatt grabbed Chris and orbed him and Kit into their room, "Calm down okay." Wyatt placed both hands on Chris' shoulders, bending down a little to get Chris to look at him.

"It's just-"

"I know," Wyatt interrupted, "but Theo will get what's coming to him. I assure you."

"What do you mean 'get what's coming to him'?" Chris asked skeptically.

Chris closed his eyes as Wyatt said, "We'll teach him you don't hurt any Halliwell."

A/N: So what do you think? I know it happened a little fast but it sets the scene. Press the review button and tell me what you think!