Dark Destiny

(A Charmed Sons Virtual Series)

Season One, Episode Four

Once Upon A Time

Written by: Darien (aka alternate-universe-princess) and Shan (aka charmedgrl4ever)

Full summary:
Wyatt is the largest paragon of good the world has ever seen, but it wasn't always like that. Once upon a time he was an evil overlord who controlled the world and persecuted good magic and mortals. What caused a child with such a bright future to suddenly turn so dark? What memories and history did he possess that changed him so drastically from the destiny he could have had?

Disclaimer: We don't own Chris, Wyatt, or Bianca (or any other cannon characters we forgot to mention). We do, however, own Prue, Parker, Paris, Jenna, and Talia (and any other original characters we forgot to mention) and would appreciate it if you didn't steal our characters without (A) asking our permission and (B) giving us the credit for them. Thank you!

(Opening Song - In The Shadows - The Rasmus)

Scene One

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(Dark World)

May 18, 2018

"Okay, so for the party tomorrow night I was thinking we could have it at my house, you know, just watch movies and eat junk food since it'll probably just be me, you, and Wyatt," said a thirteen year old Chris Halliwell as he and his best friend, Talia Beckett walked back to his house from the mall.

"And Jenna, she'll probably want to come," said Talia.

"Aw, come on, Talia, it's my birthday party, why do I have to invite my brother's girlfriend?" Chris whined in response.

Playfully, Talia punched him the arm and laughed. "She's not just Wyatt's girlfriend! She's my sister, too, you know!"

"Okay, okay, fine, we can invite Jenna too," Chris sighed, defeated.

Then, as if suddenly getting a bright idea, he smiled and shouted, "Race ya to the house!"

Without waiting for her, he tore off down the street - his house was only about a block away.

Panting and grinning, he beat Talia to the door, even if only by a second.

"Hey, no fair! You cheated!" Talia shouted as she charged up the steps.

"Nah, you just suck at racing," Chris laughed. "Come on, let's go see if my mom's baked any cookies or anything."

Mainly, that was why they always hung out at the Manor instead of at Talia's house - Piper's cooking.

Well that, and the Manor was much bigger than Talia's family's apartment.

Chris opened the large, wooden door to the Manor and almost instantly the metallic scent of blood flooded his senses. Something was wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.

"Mom? Wyatt? Prue?" he called out before he could even see inside. They had to be alright. They just had to be.

They weren't.

When he stepped inside he could see his mom lying on the carpet, blood pooling beneath her. There was a huge hole in chest, most likely from a demonic energy ball.

Wyatt was hovering over her, his hands extended over her body, but there was no light, no healing glow emitting from his hands.

Chris stopped dead in tracks, not knowing what to do.

Talia nearly bumped into him from behind, he stopped moving so suddenly. "Chris, what-" she stopped short, peeking around him and seeing what had happened for herself.

"Talia?" he asked, voice almost faltering.

Even though he couldn't see it, she nodded. "Go. Find my aunts. Bring theme here," he commanded quietly.

Still not speaking, Talia nodded. Quickly, she morphed into a bird and flew away, heading for Paige and Henry's house - it was the closest.

"Wyatt?" Chris asked quietly once Talia had left. Wyatt didn't answer. "Wyatt? What happened? Where's Prue?"

Again, Wyatt didn't speak, just continued to hold his hands out over their mother's lifeless body.

Chris walked forwards, kneeling next to his big brother. He put a hand on Wyatt's shoulder and asked again, louder this time, "Wyatt? What happened? Where's Prue?"

Still, Wyatt was silent and unmoving.

"Wyatt!" Chris yelled, now shaking his older brother.

Wyatt's body jerked back and forth like a lifeless ragdoll and for a second, Chris feared his mom wasn't the only one he'd lost. "Wyatt!" he shook his brother again and this time Wyatt's hands dropped loosely to his sides. His head jerked up and for the first time, Chris could see his brother's face. It was dull, bland, emotionless. His usually sparkling blue eyes were blank, empty, and unblinking.

"Wyatt!" Chris screamed again. "Snap out of it!" Harshly, he slapped Wyatt across the face the way he'd seen people do in the movies to try and wake him up.

It didn't work. The only change in Wyatt was the small red marks that appeared on his skin where Chris had slapped him. His eyes still starred ahead blankly at the wall.

"Leo!" Chris cried, now turning his attention skyward. "Leo! Help us!" he cried.

There was no response, no jingling noises, no orbs, no nothing.

"Don't you care? About her? About us? About anything? Leo! We need you! Leo!" Chris continued to call out his father's name until his voice left him and all he could do was rock back and forth and sob.

And still, the house was completely silent.

"Leo..." Chris called out again, this time his voice barely a whisper.

A second later the sound of orbs shattered the silence and Chris looked up expectantly, but it wasn't Leo that had just orbed in. It was Paige and Phoebe.

"Chris?" Paige asked, scrambling forward. "What happened?"

Quickly, she extended her hands out over Piper, but just as with Wyatt, no healing glow emerged.

"I don't know," Chris whispered. "I found them here like this."

"Wyatt? Honey, do you know what happened?" Paige asked sweetly.

Again, Wyatt was silent and motionless, still staring at the wall.

"He won't speak." Chris sniffled, tears flooding down his cheeks. "I, I don't know what's wrong with him! I can't get him to t-t-talk to me."

"Oh, sweetie," Phoebe cooed, "it's not your fault!" She knelt down next to Chris and wrapped her arms around him. "Don't you worry, we'll get this all sorted out and everything will be fine, okay?"

Chris nodded but started sobbing even harder.

Phoebe pushed him against her, protecting him, and whispered to Paige, "Paige! Why aren't you healing her? Don't scare the poor boys anymore than they already have been!"

After a moment's hesitation Paige answered tearfully, "I can't."

Phoebe stared blankly at Paige for a long moment before it hit her. She'd lost another sister. Everyone she'd grown up with was dead. Still holding onto Chris tightly, she started to cry.

"No, Piper! Piper, please! Wake up! Your children need you! I need you! Paige needs you! Please! Wake up!" Now Phoebe let go of Chris and moved over closer to Piper. She was about to start shaking Piper by the shoulders when Paige stopped her.

"Phoebe, don't. Let's just get the kids out of here, okay? I'll orb Chris and Wyatt to my house and you go and look for Prue, okay?" She tried to sound strong, for the boys and for Phoebe, but her voice cracked. Her oldest sister was dead...what was she supposed to do now?

Phoebe was about to respond when another voice spoke up. "I'm up here, Auntie Paige." It was Prue. And she was standing at the top of the stairs. "Wyatt sent me upstairs to protect me and said not to come down until the fight was over. But it's over now, right?"

Paige and Phoebe both tried to stop her from coming down the stairs - they didn't want her to have to see this - but she didn't listen.

As soon as she was far enough down the stairs to see her mother lying on the floor she started to run.

"Mom!" she screamed. She nearly tripped over the last step in her haste to reach her mother.

To Paige she asked, "What's wrong with Mom? Why aren't you fixing her like normal?"

"Oh, sweetie," Paige whispered, "I can't." She got to her feet and stepped towards Prue. Gently, she wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "I'm sorry, but she's gone."

"No!" Prue yelled, jumping back from her aunt's touch. "No! Bring her back! Fix it! Fix it!"

"I'm so sorry, honey. We cant. But come on, we'd better get out of here. It's not safe."

"No!" Prue screamed again. She raised her hands to her head and screamed - it was an ear-drum shattering nearly supersonic high pitched wail of a scream. She closed her eyes tightly and suddenly all the glass in the room shattered. Every single object in the room started hovering in the air, at first rising slowly, but then they beginning to fly around the room wildly, crashing into anything they could find.

Chris raised his hands to his head in defense and Phoebe grabbed him, shielding him with her body, protecting him against all the flying debris.

Wyatt continued to stare blankly at the wall ahead of him as if nothing at all out of the ordinary was happening.

"Paige!" Phoebe cried. "Get her out of here!"

Paige nodded and grabbed for Prue's hand. Prue jerked back but Paige held on tightly. Paige orbed to, Phoebe assumed, the Safe Room at Magic School.

Once they were gone everything crashed to the floor with a bang. Chris wailed, pressing into Phoebe so hard that she almost fell over.

And still, Wyatt stared blankly at the wall.

(Light World)

May 10, 2027

Mel groaned, getting to her feet and slipping on her slippers. The floor in her room was always extremely cold. Not even just in the mornings, all day long. Of course, the floors being made entirely of stone, this was to be expected. But it didn't mean she hated it any less.

She hated Magic School in general, with its huge ceilings, stone floors and arching doorways. It was so...old, and drafty and just plain boring. But what choice did she have? The Aunts would never let her live in the Manor and go to a normal school. Though that was what she'd rather do. Just her, Peyton, and the cousins all living in one house. That would be awesome. But that would also never happen...

Mel sighed and stomped across the room, poking Peyton in the shoulder roughly. "Hey, sleeping beauty, get up!" she grumbled.

"Unnrgg..." Peyton groaned. Lazily, she pulled her pillow over her head, long strands of her sleep-messed hair sticking up from under it. "Go..way..."

Mel laughed. "Oh, get up, already! Breakfast is going to be over in twenty minutes. We need to hurry."

That got Peyton's attention. "What? That means I won't even have time for a shower! Mel!" she sighed exasperatedly. "Did you turn my alarm off again?"

"No," said Mel with her best mock-innocent look. "I think it went off and we both slept through it."

"Well, I wouldn't have if you'd gone to bed at a decent hour!" Peyton groaned. Quickly, she rushed around the room, scrambling to get dressed and brush her hair in under thirty seconds.

Again, Mel laughed. "Not my fault you have sleep issues." Slowly, she made her way over to her dresser and picked out a pair of ragged old jeans and a plain black t-shirt. With an equal lack of speed, she got dressed and put her hair up into it's usual ponytail. "So are you ready yet, or what?"

"No, obviously not!" Peyton whined, still hurriedly running a brush through her hair. She looked over in the mirror on the wall and saw that her hair, even with all of her brushing, still looked a mess. "Oh, forget it." She quickly put her hair up in a ponytail as well. She glared over at Mel while she searched for her backpack. "Tonight, I am so unplugging your computer at midnight!"

"No, you're not," Mel shot back. "Or else I really will unplug your lousy alarm!" Mel couldn't help it, she smiled a little bit - she'd never admit it, but she enjoyed bugging her sister.

"Come on, let's go already, before they're out of food," Peyton grumbled as she shut the door, sticking the key in her pocket.

Mel just shook her head and laughed. "You're so lame sometimes."

"Oh, whatever," Peyton rolled her eyes and shoved Mel with her shoulder.

Mel strolled into class five minutes late and still eating her breakfast - a scone with Nutella on it.

"Miss Halliwell, how good of you to join us," said the professor, Mrs. Waverly. "Please, do have a seat." She glared at Mel, annoyed at the girl for interrupting the class - again.

Mel nodded and grinned, waving her scone at the professor and heading for the back of the room. Several of the students laughed. This only caused Mrs. Waverly, a bitter old woman to begin with, to scowl even more.

Mel eased into her seat, the one right in front of Aiden and slouched down, not even bothering to take out her notebook.

A second later, a note flew onto her desk. From Aiden, most likely. She opened, not bothering to hide it, and read it. It said, "Now who's late?" There wasn't even need to turn around, Mel could just picture the smirk on Aiden's face.

She shook her head and flipped the note over, writing on the back side of the tiny piece of paper, "Since when is that news?"

As usual, the two of them passed notes all class while Mrs. Waverly droned on and on about Algebra. Very few of the other students paid attention, either.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is late. School+Thanksgiving (in Canada)+being sick+working on the new official website equals not much time for writing. (Shan did Episode Two by herself, and I did this one by myself, in case you're wondering why she didn't just do it.)

TBC...