Two nights after Piper invaded Chris' dream…
Mel opened her eyes in pain. She had a really bad dream. She was running from Wyatt into a large room with thousands and thousands of scrolls. She got lost in the isles until she found six very special scrolls. As she opened one of the scrolls up she was hit with energy balls.
That was when she woke up, pain pulsing from her back. She got up and went to the bathroom taking off her shirt to inspect the source of the pain. There was nothing there. The pain instantly went away and Mel was left confused.
"You've been here for three weeks two days ago, you know that?" Phoebe said as she stumbled sleepily into the bathroom.
Mel nodded wearily and tilted her head to the side. "I didn't fall down the stairs did I?"
"Huh?" Phoebe asked as she grabbed her toothbrush.
"Before the time ban when I blacked out." Mel said. "I was taken by Wyatt wasn't I?"
Phoebe bit her lip. "I do not know if the truth is something the lie can not handle."
Mel nodded confused. "I'll take that as a yes."
"No." Phoebe spat out the toothpaste in her mouth.
"So he didn't take me?"
"Yes." Phoebe said. "I mean no." she then shook her head. "Yes, he didn't take you."
"You are a crap liar Aunt Pheebs." Mel declared as she left the bathroom.
"Shit." Phoebe pulled out the toothpaste and spat once more before gargling everything in her mouth. Once she had finished she bounded up to the attic where she knew Mel would be. "What are you doing?" she asked as she walked into attic.
"Calling my brother." Mel smiled.
"Oh…" Phoebe started. Then she watched Mel flick through the Book of Shadows. "Which brother exactly?"
Mel rolled her eyes. "Wyatt."
"What?" Phoebe's jaw dropped. "Why are you calling Wyatt?"
"Just in spirit." Mel said.
"Mel, we placed a time ban on him." Phoebe went to stand next to her niece pulling her away from the Book of Shadows slightly. "You can't summon him in any form."
Mel bit her lip. "He got a message back through time didn't he? We are in the past. We can send him a message as well."
"How?" Phoebe tilted her head to the side.
"We send it via spell." Mel said. She scribbled something on a piece of paper. "Okay I need a spell." Mel looked at her aunt.
Phoebe shook her head. "Don't have one for sending into the future."
"You're a witch." Mel complained. "Make something up."
"You're a witch as well." Phoebe countered. "And I don't work well in the mornings."
Mel shook her head. She knew she couldn't cast a spell without her time on earth being cut. "Okay I'll do it."
Hi ho hi ho
From now to the future you go
Find my brother not another
Hi ho hi ho hi ho hi ho
The letter vanished and Phoebe looked at Mel. "Snow White and the seven dwarves?"
"How many times must I tell you guys I grew up with Aunt Paige teaching me about music and movies?" Mel defended.
"So when do we get a return?" Phoebe asked.
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2026
Wyatt was pacing his cavern. He kept forgetting random things about his little sister. Like what colour her hair was, when her birthday was, what she looked like at fourteen. Weird details he should never forget about his baby sister.
He had ordered his demons out of his quarters and only left his strongest guards around the premises. He was glad he did when a piece of paper appeared in a red glowing light in front of him.
Wy,
No time for pleasantries, not that I want to give you any. You want to help me save MY life and Chris'. Where was I going the night you knocked me out? It's important. I seriously need to know. At least help yourself because if I'm never born you never would have something to kill and wouldn't that be disappointing?
Melinda
Wyatt smacked his head. He grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down the answer.
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Mel looked in front of her as a small piece of paper appeared out of thin air. "Got it."
Phoebe looked over Mel's shoulder as she read the letter.
It would be disappointing not to kill you. Hall of Prophecies.
Wyatt
"Glad to know Wy." Mel muttered. The hall of prophecies. That could explain all the scrolls in her dreams.
"What's the hall of prophecies?" Phoebe asked.
"Hall of Prophecies?" Paige walked in her heels clicking as she went. "What demon and why?"
"That's where I was going before Wyatt got to me." Mel nodded. "It holds thousands upon thousands of seers' predictions for everyone ever to exist. Only two people have ever been known to not be in there and they were Good and Evil."
"What do you mean?" Phoebe frowned.
Mel raised her eyebrows. "Good and Evil were people. Like many wars it started out as them living harmoniously but then…"
"Let me guess." Phoebe cut in. "Evil wanted more power so he or she tried taking whatever Good owned."
Mel shook her head. "Actually, Good cheated on Evil. They were married."
"Ouch." Phoebe frowned.
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Paige added.
"That's where the saying came from. First Source was a woman." Mel winked.
"So Evil was a woman?" Paige asked.
"Pretty much, but that doesn't matter right now." Mel said. "I have to go back there and figure out why I was going there. Don't tell Chris where I am." Mel orbed out still in her pyjamas so Phoebe and Paige guessed she was going to her room.
Phoebe and Paige bolted downstairs to the front room and saw she wasn't there yet her pyjamas were. "Great. She's left."
Phoebe groaned as she looked at the time. "I got to go to work."
Paige shook her head. "I can't take care of her."
"Neither can I."
"Piper?"
"No she's busy at P3."
"Chris?"
"She said don't tell him."
Paige looked at her big sister. "Melinda is our niece. She isn't supposed to be telling us what to do. We need to protect her."
Phoebe nodded. "Point taken. Chris!" she looked up to the sky and in a minute the boy appeared.
"What's up?" Chris asked. Phoebe and Paige both noticed that Chris looked a lot healthier than he had for a while.
"Your sister kind of took off to the Hall of Prophecies." Phoebe said.
Chris nodded. "That's okay. The only way she can get in there is via the Elders."
Paige frowned. "But Honey, she was going to the hall the night Wyatt took her. He wouldn't risk going into Elderland."
Chris frowned as well for a moment then his eyes became wide with fright. "The only other way into the Hall of Prophecies is through the Underworld." Chris orbed out quickly leaving both of his Aunts speechless.
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Mel walked silently over to the door to the hall. She looked behind her to make sure no one was following her. There was no one there. She looked back to the door and carefully twisted open the door handle.
"You are in the Underworld unaccompanied and defenceless." Chris stated. "Also you orbed down here, so you've used magic, lessening your time on Earth."
Mel smiled as she turned to face Chris. "I'm in hell at the moment. Time on Earth doesn't count."
"You know what I mean Melinda." Chris crossed his arms and looked his sister squarely in the eye.
"Okay Chris you can lecture me later but for now if you're going to tag along shut up and follow." Mel said seeing if her brother would question her.
Chris growled and followed Mel into the Hall of Prophecies. There were halls upon halls of scrolls. Chris looked at all the isles. "What are we looking for?"
"Our prophecies." Mel replied.
"How are we going to find them?" Chris frowned.
Mel looked around. "Well they should be organised somehow. I mean the prophets were smart and if they wanted to check up on something they would want to be able to find it quickly."
Chris nodded and looked at the room carefully. "Well it looks like it's divided into three main rows." Chris said.
"How you figure?"
"The inscriptions on each of the cases. There are only three different ones." Chris pointed out.
"So which inscription includes us?"
Chris pulled out a few rolls and read them. "This one talks about magical beings."
Mel who was looking through another nodded. "This one talks about mortals without magic and has no idea what magic is."
Chris pulled a few out from another isle. "And this one is crossovers of magic and mortals."
"So what are we?" Mel frowned.
"Well our Mom is half magic but seeing as she's a Charmed One she's full magic. We are full magic I guess." Chris nodded to the direction of the isles. They looked down and saw about kilometres of isles.
"We have to narrow this down more." Mel said.
"You think?" Chris asked sarcastically slowly heading down the first isle. "Okay so we have determined there has to be a method to the madness right?"
Mel nodded her head knowing if anyone could figure it out it would be him. "Maybe they are numbered." Mel offered.
"No signs." Chris shook his head. "Alright so there are three mini isles within three main sections. Good, Bad and mixed?" Chris looked at Mel for support.
Mel shook her head. "They are grouped in families. Good, Bad and mixed would be too broad. Everyone has evil in the bloodline."
Chris nodded. "Guess you're right. How would you sort it?"
"Alphabetically?" Mel shrugged.
"How do we know?"
Mel pulled out the nearest scroll. "This one is from an Albatross demon." Mel re-tied the scroll and put it back in. "This one is a Witch by the name of Jenny Gordon. Alphabetical out the window."
"Jenny Gordon, now where have I heard that name before?" Chris frowned.
"Next door neighbour a couple of years back in this time. Her Uncle dated Mom." Mel said continuing to glance through scrolls.
"That's…" Chris contemplated the word to describe the though in his head. "Disgusting."
"How are we going to find the Halliwell scrolls Chris?" Mel said frustrated. Mel and Chris jumped as the room started shifting itself.
A wall came between Mel and Chris then disappeared. "GRAB MY HAND!" Chris shouted reaching out for his sisters hand. As he took Mel's hand another isle flew past crashing hard and fast into Chris' arm. Chris shouted in pain his arm being crushed by the force of the heavy shelf.
Mel jumped up in fright and another opportunity came for her to be by her brothers side. She ran across and crouched next to Chris who was doubled over in pain holding his arm. "Chris you okay?" Mel asked kneeling next to him.
Chris groaned in pain and nodded his head. "Peachy."
Everything stopped moving and Mel held her hands out prepared to heal her brothers arm. "No." he groaned pushing her away with his good arm. "It'll hurt more if you vanish."
Mel shook her head. "Come on Chris I can't watch you in pain." she stepped back as he stood up.
"Mel!" Chris said. "If it'll make you feel better I'll call Leo as soon as we get home."
Mel reluctantly nodded and then looked at the new positions of the shelf. "The Prophets had a better way of sorting out information." she muttered. "The information came to them."
Chris smiled slightly biting back the throbbing pain in his arm. It was broken and it felt like the bones had shattered. With his good arm the male pulled out the nearest scroll. "Wyatt Matthew Halliwell." he muttered.
Mel took another scroll. "Christopher Perry Halliwell."
"Melinda Jenna Halliwell." he pulled out one last scroll. "We got what we came for now we go back. We return them in the morning."
Mel nodded and took Chris' hand. "You're too weak to orb us." she said to him.
Chris frowned. "I broke my arm not got shot."
"Let me help you." Mel held him tight.
"Mel I don't want you using magic at all!" Chris shouted hissing as he moved his arm too quickly.
Mel wrapped her arm around Chris' middle supporting him. "Come on Chrissie." she orbed out before he could say anything. She placed him on the couch in the attic before collapsing to the ground.
"Shit Mel." Chris pulled his arm into his body and sat on the floor pulling Mel's head up to his lap.
"Orbing was a bad idea." she muttered.
Chris nodded in agreement as Piper entered the room. "What happened…oh Lord Chris, your arm!"
Mel and Chris both looked at the arm which was a bright shade of purple. "Let me heal that." Mel lifted her arm.
"When will you learn?" Chris frowned pulling back. "You just passed out because you orbed."
Piper kneeled beside the two siblings and pressed a hand against Mel's forehead. "Chris we got to get your arm fixed. I'll call Leo." Piper said once confirming Mel's temperature was alright.
Chris shook his head. "I'll go to the doctors. No need to call Leo."
Piper slowly pulled Chris' hand away from his body and inspected it. "What were you two doing?"
"Grabbing prophecies." Mel said lifting up Wyatt's and hiding her own and Chris'.
Piper looked at the scroll in Mel's hand and looked at the name inscribed on the yellowing paper. "Bring it downstairs and we'll read it. I got to grab something for Chris' arm."
Once Chris and Mel were downstairs in the main room Piper joined them carrying a first aid kit. "What happened?" she carefully rubbed Chris' arm with a balm.
"Mel got really tired and tried orbing me here, that's why she collapsed." Chris flinched as Piper touched his arm.
"Okay, I figured as much." Piper nodded still tending to the arm. "Mel's okay. What I really want to know is what happened to your arm?"
Mel smiled at the look in Chris' eyes of embarrassment. "Well…" he looked away uncomfortably.
"He tried to save me but his arm was run over by a bookshelf hurtling at 100km per hour." Mel estimated.
Piper's eyes widened and Chris blushed. "It was an accident."
"Okay then…" Piper wrapped Chris' arm up and gave him a bandana. He just looked at it funnily as he took it. "Use it as a sling. Just until we get it fixed up."
Mel placed the prophecy on the table. "Who wants to read first?"
Chris picked up the prophecy and tried begrudgingly to open it with one arm. Piper slowly pried it from his fingers and opened it.
Wyatt Matthew Halliwell 2003-2068
There are two realities combined for the second born Halliwell whitelighter…One comes joined with a brother from another time. One is its own, becoming the most powerful being. He is twice blessed and twice turned. Once he is unlucky, twice he escapes. His greatest enemy is his closest friend. His family may become his foes if his paths cross with a great light. His siblings are his guides and his saviours but they must lose life twice to save him. His father shall be his overall end in both realms which travel so closely together. One shall kill him the other must die for natural reasons. In death there are two turns for him, everlasting life or eternal saint. This is the fate of the second born Halliwell whitelighter.
"Who's the first Halliwell whitelighter?" Piper frowned.
"Paige." Chris and Mel said together.
Piper continued to glance at the scroll. "At least we know he lives to a ripe old age."
Mel twirled her hands in little circles. "Woo." she faked excitement.
Piper and Chris both sent death stares to Mel. "His greatest Enemy is his closest friend?"
"Must mean someone he is close to in the future." Chris said. "Maybe someone he is close to in the future is the one to change him."
Mel nodded. "It would make sense."
"Do you two know who he is close to in the future?" Piper asked.
"I was once." Chris muttered.
Mel placed a hand on Chris' leg. "So you know some of the inner circle of Wyatt?"
Chris nodded and Piper shifted uncomfortably. "A brother from another time?"
It was Melinda and Chris' turn to shift uncomfortably. "Wyatt had a brother." Mel said.
Piper kept reading. "It says he has siblings. His siblings must lose their lives twice for him. I don't get it. How many more kids do I have?"
"Three." Mel spluttered out.
Three? Chris sent a mental message to Mel. What sibling do we have that I don't know about?
Mel frowned. Sending her off our trail. Say he had three brothers. That way I mean…she won't expect me and you.
"He has three brothers." Chris said uncomfortably.
"What are their names?" Piper smiled.
"Alex, Tristan and Zac." Mel said the first three names which popped into her mind.
Chris pretended to hit Mel again. "Future Con…"
"They are nice names." Piper interrupted. Mel and Chris shared the same bemused smile. "But they die twice. How do you die twice?"
Chris flinched. "Your soul is demolished."
"Soul demolished doesn't sound too good." Piper grimaced.
"Not really." Mel winced knowing that it could happen to her any moment.
Chris watched Piper try to decode the prophecy. "So what does all this mean in total?"
"That someone is going to save Wyatt." Chris smiled. "His other life is the one that I'm from."
Piper nodded. "This is good news. News we need to celebrate."
"Don't dance in case it rains." Mel said.
"Huh?" Chris and Piper said together.
"We shouldn't celebrate just yet." Mel explained. "Just in case things don't go right for…others."
"Others?" Piper frowned.
Chris looked at Mel again who shook her head. "I got to go." she said quickly and orbed out.
Chris opened his eyes alarmed. "Where does she think she's going?" Chris demanded.
Piper smiled softly. "You really look out for your sister don't you?"
Chris nodded. "She's the only family I had at once stage. If something happened to her…what am I saying?" Chris shook his head.
"You're caring about your little sister." Piper placed a hand on his leg.
"Not that." Chris said. "I'm acting like she is from my time. I'm acting like my Melinda never died. But she isn't my Melinda. She is the one that's going to die. I can't let her go back to her time knowing that."
Piper tilted her head sadly to one side. "Honey, do you remember when Mel was fourteen?" Chris nodded. "Do you remember Mel not being there for a while?" Chris nodded again. "I'm guessing that time when she wasn't there was the time she was here. Do you get that?"
"You mean, those weeks she was gone, she was in this time?" Chris asked uncertainly.
"Pretty much. That means she stayed with you knowing she was going to die."
Chris shivered. "Her last words were, 'I knew I was going to die'."
Piper saw the tears build up behind the boys' eyes however he wasn't letting any emotion out. "Well at least she wasn't morbid about it." Piper pointed out.
Chris laughed. "Yeah at least she wasn't morbid about it." He stood up and smiled. "I better go find her."
Piper nodded. "It's cold outside. Tell her to come home quickly."
Chris orbed out and left Piper alone. "Who's the father of my other three boys?" Piper mused aloud.
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Mel sat on top of the Bridge staring into the distance. It was cold for California and even colder seeing as she was outside at one of the highest points of San Francisco. She shivered and pulled her jacket closer to her. Why was she upset? She didn't know why. She let a tear roll down her face and to the top of her lip. She reached deep into her pocket and figured out what she wanted to do in case she disappeared.
She held onto the ring and closed her eyes picturing a familiar warm face in front of hers. Mel felt the falling feeling which accompanied time travel and found herself outside an apartment block back in her time. She entered the tall white building and stepped into the elevator punching in the number of the apartment block along with the level. Before she could register what was happening she found herself in front of Tye's door.
Mel knocked and closed her eyes. A fourteen year old boy with a huge grin on his face opened the door. "Mel?" Tye frowned as soon as he saw her. Mel fell into Tye's arms and cried. Tye not knowing what to do held onto Mel and guided her into his room. Mel knew his family were probably watching him funnily but said nothing of it. "Mel where have you been? Chris wouldn't tell me." Tye held her close as she cried.
"Magical." she sniffed and pulled back slightly. "Magical reasons."
Tye nodded and held her tighter. "Why are you crying?"
Mel shrugged. "I don't know."
"Well you have to know." Tye smiled and wiped a tear from her eye. "What's the matter?"
"I was in the past." Mel said. "When Wyatt was a baby. I've been helping with something. Then I found out I'm either going to die or cease to exist."
Tye's face dropped. "What? What do you mean you're going to die? Who said that?"
"Don't worry. I'm not going to be born anyway. You'll forget about me but I don't want to leave without telling you something."
Tye shook his head. "Don't tell me anything. You have to be born Mel. What am I going to do without you? You're my best friend in the world. I wouldn't know about magic if it wasn't for you. You can't cease to exist on me."
"Tye." Mel placed a finger on his lips. "Shut up and listen, can you do that?" Tye nodded. "I want you to know Wyatt is evil. He is the one who killed all my family. He thinks he is protecting Chris and I but he is abusing us to make sure we don't speak. No matter what keep Chris safe. Even if I don't disappear in time, I need you to look out for him because I will die. Can you please do that for me?"
Tye removed Mel's hand away from his lips and leaned closer to her. "I'd do anything for you Melinda." he leaned in even closer and pressed his lips against hers.
As Mel pulled back she grinned. "I wish I could say that's my first kiss with you."
"What?" Tye frowned.
Mel smiled. "You'll figure it out some day. I love you Tye. Swear to me you'll meet me on January 18th 2026 at the Manor."
Tye frowned but nodded. "I swear Mel. I'm not sure about Magic but I'll meet you there."
Mel nodded and kissed Tye once more. "I love you." she slipped on the ring again and closed her eyes. "2004 here I come." she felt the pink light rushing through her and landed on the Golden Gate Bridge.
As soon as she landed Mel heard the tinkling of orbs. "Mel." Chris sat down next to his sister. "What's up?"
Mel let a smile creep across her tear stained face. "Nothing Chris. Everything's going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine."
Yes Melinda…you keep thinking everything is going to be okay…just wait till you see what the author does…Mwahahahaha!!!!!
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