I apologize for the length of the chapters, I really do. As I get more the hang of this, I will try to start making longer chapters.
Chris sat numbly on top of the Golden Gate Bridge, watching the cars travel far beneath him, completely unaware of him. He smiled at their naivety. They have no clue about all of the battles that happen right under their noses all of the time.
Chris's mind was racing. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he couldn't deny that he had pulled the sword out of the stone.
Every time that he had seen Wyatt use the sword, he had felt a fundamental wrongness inside. He couldn't explain it, it was just a pure gut feeling that he had assumed was because Wyatt was using the sword for evil.
Not to mention the feeling Chris had gotten when he had united with Excalibur. Chris couldn't forget the surge of power. But it wasn't only that: he had felt complete and right. Almost as if it was meant to be.
And he could still feel the sword calling for him.
Wyatt had described pulling Excalibur simply as a rush of power, and so had Piper when telling her sons the story of how she had claimed Excalibur. Piper had pulled the sword out as the lady of the lake, so maybe…
Chris shot that thought down; Wyatt was the true heir to the sword. He was the most powerful witch. He was the twice-blessed. He was the golden son. Wyatt had pulled the sword from the stone and used it to its full potential—he had ruled the world with it. Maybe this was the universe saying Chris was destined to be a ruthless tyrant in this time-if his brother, a supposed savior, could consort with demons and order the deaths of millions of witches and whitelighters and mortals alike, then what was to say he couldn't too.
A group of blue orbs descended to reveal Leo.
"Go away," Chris said.
"The sisters told me a very interesting story," said Leo.
"It's not true. It's a mistake."
"The sisters and I need you to come back to the manor so we can figure this out."
"I'm fine here," Chris said.
"I'm serious, Chris. What you did is a very—"
"Big mistake," Chris interrupted.
Leo sighed. "Just come back so that we can decide what's a mistake and what's not. If it doesn't work out, we can just put the sword back in the stone."
"Why don't we just destroy it?" mumbled Chris under his breath. It would save us a lot of trouble in the future, he thought to himself.
Chris stood up. "Fine. We'll go back to the manor so that we can get this over with." The part of him that wanted to avoid the sword was starting to be overridden by the part that wanted to be reunited with it—not that he'd admit it to himself.
Chris and Leo both orbed away.
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