Author's Note: This chapter is all about the aftermath of the battle. It
starts with Ryan back up talking with the Elder.
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"The prophecy said that only one witch would turn Wyatt back to good."
"Destiny has the power to rewrite prophecies."
"But it said..."
"Yes, but sometimes Destiny changes the events before she has a chance to change the prophecy."
"She? Destiny is a person? I thought Destiny was just... well... how do you explain it?"
"Destiny is the highest being, higher than we Elders are. She has power over what is, and what will happen."
"Back to the prophecy, what exactly was changed?"
The Elder pulls out the scroll out from behind one of his many robes and hands it to Ryan.
"The only way to bring the power back to good is to give equal power to the overlooked of the children. She will lead her generation to the destruction of such evil, and the power will be returned to her family. After this event, she will temporarily lose her powers until she has regained her strength."
Ryan rolls the scroll back up and hands it back to the Elder. He then orbs away, having no further need to speak with the Elder.
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Ryan orbs into the Manor and finds Lizzie awaking from her nap.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I've just fought with an invincible being."
"Have you tested your powers yet?"
"No should I?"
Lizzie flickers her hands and tries to freeze Ryan, but nothing happens.
"My powers aren't working at all!"
"Well, maybe you need to regain all of your strength before you'll be able to use your powers again."
Lizzie takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh.
"So if a demon or something attacks I'm defenseless."
"Not completely. You should still be able to read spells and perform rituals."
Lizzie rolls her eyes and stands up.
"As I said, defenseless. I'm going to check up on Wyatt. No need to follow me."
Ryan orbs away to check on his other charges as Lizzie walks up the stairs to Wyatt's room. She sees Chris guarding Wyatt's room.
Chris looks over at her.
"You can't go in there."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Chris, if you don't move out of my way, I'll blow you up."
"All right! No need to threaten me!"
Chris threw his hands up in surrender and moved out of the way, still unaware that Lizzie couldn't use her powers. When Lizzie walked into the room, she saw Wyatt sitting on the edge of his bed, with his elbows on his knees, resting his face in his hands.
"How are you holding up?"
Wyatt sits up and looks at his younger sister in disbelief that she was standing in the same room with someone who tried to kill the whole family.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you in here, talking to me?"
Lizzie looked at Wyatt as if he were crazy.
"Because, silly, you are my older brother and I wanted to see if you were ok."
Now Wyatt was looking at Lizzie as if she were the insane person.
"But I tried to kill you, and Chris, and Mom, and..."
Lizzie walked over, knelt down in front of Wyatt, and took his hands into hers.
"You can't blame yourself for that. You were under some type of spell, and under Belthazor's control. You had no control over what you were doing. No one blames you for what you did."
"Chris does."
"No he doesn't."
"How do you know that?"
"Chris can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he still loves you, and gives you the benefit of the doubt."
Chris yells from across the hall. "No I don't!"
Lizzie yells back at him. "Don't be a smart ass!"
Wyatt smiles at the comments.
"Chris, be nice to our sister. She's the only one we've got!"
Lizzie chuckles and gives Wyatt a hug. Chris stands in the doorway with a sad puppy-dog look on his face. Lizzie waves her arm, motioning for him to join the sentimental moment.
"Come on, it's a brother-sister moment."
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Sorry, I just felt like ending this chapter with a sort of mushy-gushy mood. Sorry if it offends anyone.
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"The prophecy said that only one witch would turn Wyatt back to good."
"Destiny has the power to rewrite prophecies."
"But it said..."
"Yes, but sometimes Destiny changes the events before she has a chance to change the prophecy."
"She? Destiny is a person? I thought Destiny was just... well... how do you explain it?"
"Destiny is the highest being, higher than we Elders are. She has power over what is, and what will happen."
"Back to the prophecy, what exactly was changed?"
The Elder pulls out the scroll out from behind one of his many robes and hands it to Ryan.
"The only way to bring the power back to good is to give equal power to the overlooked of the children. She will lead her generation to the destruction of such evil, and the power will be returned to her family. After this event, she will temporarily lose her powers until she has regained her strength."
Ryan rolls the scroll back up and hands it back to the Elder. He then orbs away, having no further need to speak with the Elder.
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Ryan orbs into the Manor and finds Lizzie awaking from her nap.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I've just fought with an invincible being."
"Have you tested your powers yet?"
"No should I?"
Lizzie flickers her hands and tries to freeze Ryan, but nothing happens.
"My powers aren't working at all!"
"Well, maybe you need to regain all of your strength before you'll be able to use your powers again."
Lizzie takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh.
"So if a demon or something attacks I'm defenseless."
"Not completely. You should still be able to read spells and perform rituals."
Lizzie rolls her eyes and stands up.
"As I said, defenseless. I'm going to check up on Wyatt. No need to follow me."
Ryan orbs away to check on his other charges as Lizzie walks up the stairs to Wyatt's room. She sees Chris guarding Wyatt's room.
Chris looks over at her.
"You can't go in there."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Chris, if you don't move out of my way, I'll blow you up."
"All right! No need to threaten me!"
Chris threw his hands up in surrender and moved out of the way, still unaware that Lizzie couldn't use her powers. When Lizzie walked into the room, she saw Wyatt sitting on the edge of his bed, with his elbows on his knees, resting his face in his hands.
"How are you holding up?"
Wyatt sits up and looks at his younger sister in disbelief that she was standing in the same room with someone who tried to kill the whole family.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you in here, talking to me?"
Lizzie looked at Wyatt as if he were crazy.
"Because, silly, you are my older brother and I wanted to see if you were ok."
Now Wyatt was looking at Lizzie as if she were the insane person.
"But I tried to kill you, and Chris, and Mom, and..."
Lizzie walked over, knelt down in front of Wyatt, and took his hands into hers.
"You can't blame yourself for that. You were under some type of spell, and under Belthazor's control. You had no control over what you were doing. No one blames you for what you did."
"Chris does."
"No he doesn't."
"How do you know that?"
"Chris can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he still loves you, and gives you the benefit of the doubt."
Chris yells from across the hall. "No I don't!"
Lizzie yells back at him. "Don't be a smart ass!"
Wyatt smiles at the comments.
"Chris, be nice to our sister. She's the only one we've got!"
Lizzie chuckles and gives Wyatt a hug. Chris stands in the doorway with a sad puppy-dog look on his face. Lizzie waves her arm, motioning for him to join the sentimental moment.
"Come on, it's a brother-sister moment."
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Sorry, I just felt like ending this chapter with a sort of mushy-gushy mood. Sorry if it offends anyone.