One afternoon, Edward and Sam were reading a book in the living room. Sam put down her book for a moment.

"I've been meaning to tell you about our father"

"What about him?" asked Edward placing a bookmark.

"Well, few months ago, he found me"

"I don't know if I'm ready for that yet"

"It's alright. He lives in Seattle, but… I would like to let him know you're here, that we found each other. He's still searching" Edward nodded. "I just have to tell him to give you some space"

FOUR MONTHS LATER…

"Dad wrote back" said Sam over the laptop behind the counter. The babies were playing in their play pen and Edward was updating the stock. He had decided to come and live at the apartment and get out of everybody's hair, Sam agreed. She loved the idea that he had his space and still being able to see him on a daily basis.

"Really? What'd he write?"

"He says he loves the picture of you and the kids and that he would like one of me and you"

"Send him one of the pictures we took at the park, I think they're still in your tray"

"Good idea. Let me check" she clicked away in the laptop.

"Are they there? Sam?"

"Yeah, they're here"

"Something wrong?"

"No, it's just… remember how I told you I got the money for the store?"

"Yes, from one of our aunts. I know we're supposed to have six of them"

"Well, five at least… I got a response from her lawyer"

"I didn't know you were penpals" he chuckled.

"Stop that, I'm serious. I wrote to ask if we could have the keys for the house she left us in DC"

"What for? You're not thinking of moving without telling anybody, are you?"

"Of course not, but I thought we could go over there and find out if she knew something more about us"

"Not a bad idea. Worth the shot"

Once the lawyer set up a date by the end of the week, Sam, Edward, Wyatt and Chris were getting ready to go visit the aunt's house. The idea was to get there by orbing cause it was too much of a risk to fly by plane with everything going on in their lives.

"Ready?" asked Wyatt to Sam who was just pulling her hair out of the strap of her pack.

"Yeah, I'm just nervous…somehow"

"You be safe" Piper hugged her son while Sam hugged and kissed her kids. "We'll take good care of them" she said turning to Sam.

"I know. It's just hard to know I won't be close to them"

"They'll be fine" said Wyatt. "Ready, guys" he turned to Edward and Chris.

"Let's do this" said Edward stepping closer to them. With a smile and a last glance they orbed close to the house where a car was parked right outside, black, dark windows. "That must be the lawyer"

They all walked towards the car and as soon as they reached the driver's door it opened and the fancy lawyer stepped out, paper's in hand.

"Miss and Mister Stevens I presume?" he said pushing down his glasses lower on the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, this is my husband Wyatt and my brother-in-law"

"Alright, if you could just sign here" he pointed to some paper marks on the will where Sam and Edward had to sign. He seemed to be quite on business. "Thank you. Here's your key" he handed her an envelope. "If you need further assistance I'm at your service"

"Pardon me, but how did our aunt die exactly?" asked Edward. Sam turned to him. The question was inappropriate but it was surely burning a hole in her scalp as well.

"She was found not far from here. Apparently she was robbed and stabbed for the looks of her clothes… or so did the police report said when it came to my office"

"Thanks" said Wyatt, unsure if it was a good idea to know such gruesome details. The lawyer tilted his hat and drove away. In the envelope, the keys pushed the bottom in their weight. Sam turned it upside down and caught them to unlock the front door.

When she opened the door, everything was dark so the boys went to find the curtains and pulled them open. Furniture was old-fashioned and somber. There was an open kitchen from one side and a living room merged by a carpet in between, no walls separating the rooms. Straight to the left there was the round up staircase that led to the upper rooms.

"Well, shall I make tea?" said Edward as they all stood turning around their heads.

"Sounds great" said Chris. "Why don't we check downstairs and Sam and Wyatt could go to the upper level" they nodded and set in motion. Up the stairs was the master bedroom, bathroom attached and a bedroom with furniture and boxes all covered up.

"This'll take a while" said Sam. Wyatt and her started opening boxes and unveiling some of the furniture, some of them were art pieces of great value. They opened box after box for hours. Wyatt went downstairs to check on Chris' progress, when Sam found an old photo album. There were pictures of her mother and her sisters by the looks of it. There were also pictures of other people falling out the edges. She carried the heap of photos glued and unglued and put it in her bag. She went to tell the others who were sitting in the living room now the tea was ready.

"Chris thinks this might be something" Wyatt said handing Sam a tattered old book, half-burned at some edges with notes here and there; Edward sat by her side close enough to see. Sam read some of it.

"It's handwritten but… the notes seem…." She ran a finger over them.

"Fresh" completed Edward. "It wasn't the same person who wrote them. The penmanship is different and the angle is completely opposite. Even the notes seem to be made by different people"

"I forgot you examine things for a living" said Chris with a chuckle. "It was opened on a coffee table in the middle of the library" he said pointing to the door behind him.

"According to our grandmother, she had no powers, but still we found quite the witch's kitchen in her studio" said Edward. "Apparently, she did her magic in there"

"So did I" everyone turned to her. "I mean, I also practiced the craft before I knew"

"I never practiced, but I spent years studying it" said Edward.

"Magic claimed you both in different ways. I guess your aunt knew" said Chris.

"Yes, but how much did she know. What's the purpose of all of this?" she waved her hand in the air and the tea flew everywhere. "I'm sorry"

"OK. Enough exploring for one day, let's go home" said Wyatt embracing his wife.

"Wait, I forgot my jacket upstairs"

"I'll get it" he offered.

"No, it's fine. I think I want to be up there one more time" Sam said and walked up the stairs. She took her jacket from the box room and passed by her aunt's bedroom. She took a step back and entered. There were no pictures on the wall, no flowers, a well-made bed untouched and a couple glasses on top of a book on the bedside. She turned to her closet where there were countless dresses and shoes. She saw a fluffy purple throw just beside the dresses and she took it. It smelled like lavender even though there weren't any around. She went to the bedside and opened the little book. It was a journal. Sam read the last entry, which said: I failed them.

"Everything alright?" said Wyatt from the threshold. Sam put the book out of sight at the sound of his voice.

"Yeah, just nosing around" she smiled hiding the book under her jacket. She followed Wyatt downstairs and once they closed the place down, then again orbed out back to the manor. Sam kept the diary to herself. She would find out more about what her aunt knew before showing it to anyone, even Edward.

Wyatt was playing with the twins by the solarium when Edward came to him with the tattered book in hand.

"I think I found something" Wyatt summoned everyone in the house to the living room. "It's all written as a story, somebody's tale of some kind, but listen to this…the ultimate fight was decided by them, if only we had known they would side with harm we would have been ready. Next time we shall be, even though there's only a few left of us who know their secret…" he turned some pages around to the next bookmark and read on. "…there was no way of knowing the might that filled them, they are unbeatable, the power of the elements is more than enough to know that much; what other powers lie within them I shiver to think about. Their betrayal has doomed us all"

Inevitably, silence followed.

"There are also…scribbling of recipes with ingredients crossed out"

"Spells" said Sam. "They tried to come up with a potion to vanquish our kind"

"Let's get rid of those" said Wyatt.

"Wait, Wyatt. Let's not rush into anything" said Piper.

"You can't be serious. Those are ways of killing Sam, Edward, not to mention our children!"

"Wyatt… if it ever comes to that" said Sam seriously.

"Listen to me. My family went to the past and back to save me from becoming evil. We would never come to that!" said Wyatt furiously. "Have you completely lost your mind?"

"Look man! We're just trying to protect anyone from whatever we're able to" said Edward standing between Wyatt and his sister, none backing away.

"Boys, come on. We need to take a wise decision about this, as a family" said Piper.

"I don't think there's nothing to discuss" said Wyatt slamming the front door as he stormed out. Sam was crushed and Edward sat next to her, giving her a comforting hug.

"We don't know what we might be capable of…you need to…" Sam's eyes were watering. Piper sat on the coffee table in front of the twins.

"Whatever that may be, you've got us now. We would never let it come to that" she asked for the book and closed it, putting it down on the table. "Why don't you take the kids to the park? Take your mind off things"

"That'll be fun" said Edward shaking Sam slightly. She smiled faintly and they went upstairs to get a bag for the kids. Meanwhile, Piper found the pages Edward had described and torn them out.

"Piper what are you doing?" said Leo.

"Wyatt's right. We would never vanquish our grandchildren" she lit fire to the pages in the chimney. "We'll just have to find another way"