"Once Upon Time, in a land across the Atlantic Ocean, in England to be more specific I was doing roll for the new soldier's. I caught a name I hadn't heard before. You have to understand back in England I knew practically everyone. I came up to a young man; he looked very wealthy by the looks of him. Pale skin, clean face, and he looked like as if he hadn't worked a day in his life. That explained why I never heard of him, because he was one of those rich snobs. So imminently I didn't like him.

Boot camp as you American's called it begun. The first week I put him through living hell. I pushed him harder then anyone, and out of the blue I would tell him to get down and do 50 push-up's, even if he didn't do anything wrong. Then yell at him for not having finished the obstacle course in time. Yet this boy, this Matthew remained quite. At first his nickname was Maget because it's a sign of high high disapproval if your sergeant call's you Maget. Yet he never talked back, he merely kept his head held high and remained quite. For a while I wasn't even sure if he could talk.

Physically he was much weaker then most of them. Most of the people in his squad where decadents of previous soldier's. Yet he remained silent, and worked hard. I treated him like shit for another week or so, until I saw something. It was a scar, on his shoulder. It looked like a star, the points made with cigar marks, the lines made with like the edge of some kind of metal. He was coming out of the shower when I saw it. I commanded him to get dress immediately I wanted him to do some chore's I should be giving out evenly yet I always gave to him. He merely nodded and turned, and I saw the scar. It was then I knew what I needed to know.

We were in an obstacle course as you might say; he was assigned to a smaller team, consisting of a girl named Jennifer, or Viper, as was her nickname. And Jonathan Word, or Grizzly. Grizzly mean's he is the big guy, tall strong. Yet not the quickest thing in the world. He was suppose to make it to the finish line, yet he didn't he stayed behind and helped his teammate's. They acted like they were dead so he brought their bodies back to the finish line. All by himself, guy had some serious balls. I yelled at him for a second about not getting to the finish line, in a much shorter amount of time. He merely stood there it took my crap.

The weeks wore on, and he would continuously take care of his other members. Often during training with team's he would sacrificed himself to let the other live. Viper, and Grizzly started to warm up to him because of this. Soon the trio became inseparable. Those were the kind of friends that life times. Maget's nickname got changed to wolf. He was a great solider, never talked back and always fought for the greater good. He worked thrice amount the other's did. Working on his gun skills in the middle of the night. Practicing his fighting skill's when he was suppose to be relaxing. I would catch him constantly firing in the middle of the night yet not say anything. Sure it was against regulations yet in the end it came out for the better. At the end of training he was more fit and a better fighter then any of my soldier's because he worked so hard. He was a solider for a year and a half.

They were in Iraq, on a top-secret mission when it happened. Doing post Cold War stuff. An explosion, it wasn't a big one, yet if you where in the center of it when it happened it would of defiantly killed you. He died in that explosion with Grizzly and Viper. God bless their sweet souls. According to a witness Wolf pushed both of them out of the way so they were able to live. Currently I believe they are here in the states, both still part of the army.

According to legend in the camp, you can still hear him practicing his gunshot at night. "

Luke stared up at the man in it all be true.

"Are you sure?" he gulped.

"Of course...what's wrong with you boy, you look as if you have seen a ghost."

"Mr. Milso, I-I"

"Why did you want to know about him boy? Your to old to be his son."

"He's my brother," he said simply. A silence fell upon the two as Luke got up and left the old man to remain in silence.

"Should we tell her?" said Virginia Adam's in the living room.

"No she's to young," replied Bob Adam's.

"She's 14, and she is going to find out sooner or later."

"Virginia, how are we going to tell her that she is adopted?" replied Bob. Joni watched from the door in shock. She slipped into her room in shock.

Joni awoke on Sunday, and was going to church. She always found comfort at the church. According to her parent's before "the accident" which she at first thought was some kind of fire that burned down her house she use to love to come here. Yet now she is thinking the "accident" was the thing that killed her biological family. Yet now standing in the sunlit building she did feel comfort yet now realizing something...who ever her family was.... they lived in Pinegreen because she remembers coming here as a young child.

Wilfred awoke, in a dark metal cage of some sort.

"Wilfred Markus Wyndam Pryce" said a booming voice. He looked and saw on the outside of the bars was his real blood father.

"Wes?" said someone knocking on the door. Wesley ignored it. "Wes, it's me Lorne...I want to talk to you. Look, I have known for about a month about you and that Liz girl...." Lorne from the outside heard 3 clicks signaling he had three locks. Lorne came into the nice apartment, Wesley looked worse then the last time he saw him. Now his hair was ruffled and greasy, his eye's blood shot red, his skin extremely pale, and a 5 o'clock shadow coming on his face. He smelt of vomit and alcohol. "Wes, look I understand your going through a lot of-" yet Lorne suddenly felt himself being pushed up against the wall, by the cuff. Wesley holding him up, looking at him likes a mad man.

"Don't you dare say you understand because you don't!" he yelled. "No one does." he said letting Lorne go and turning around coldly.

"What about that Emma girl?"

"What about her? I called this morning, said she slept at Angel's pet house last night."

"She came to the firm really upset. She told us she went out for a walk, and just broke down. Yet for some reason I don't think that's true." Wesley remained quite. "Where's your brother William Wesley?"

"Right here" said William Lukas Wyndam Pryce from behind Lorne. "It's Luke now though, just like Wesley's real nickname is Wolf. Aren't I right? Cadet Matthew "Wolf" Pryce." he glared. Wesley looked at him with an equally cold glare.

After explaining everything that had happened Wesley looked at him with still a cold glare. Lorne sat there in shock.

"So "The Demon" is back?"

"Yeh, and I think Buffy might of been right. I did some research on the poison arrow that was shot at Emma," he said taking a vanilla folder out of his messenger leather bag. Wesley opened it and skimmed it. "It's a poison that only need a tiny needle to be injected. Kill's the victim within seconds, and the poison it self-deterrent's. Making the victim look as if it had just died." he replied coldly. He was mad at Wesley for lying to him.

"Ok, that's good but do you two know what to do after this? I know your not going to talk to Angelcake's."

"Simple Lorne, we're going back," said Wesley's grimly.

"Back where?"

"To Pinegreen." glared Luke right back at Wesley.

"Damm English you look like shit." said Gunn.

"Yes, could you please tell Angel I am going out of town for maybe a day or two. A close family friend has just passed away." he replied.

"Yeh...sure Wes." replied Gunn as Wesley headed towards the private jet's on the roof of the building. After sneaking Luke in the both boarded to see Emma and Nick already sitting there.

"You honestly did not think you were going to face this thing alone?" asked Emma causally, speaking more to Wesley then Luke, who remained quite, staring at his feet.

"Emma..." sighed Wesley as he locked eye's with his little brother briefly before turning back to her.

"There's something I have to tell you..."

They were over New Mexico when he had finished. Emma sat in the private jet in shock. Nick remained silent.

"So, what do we know?"

"Either "the demon" or someone working with "The demon" is after both Wattson girls. And my old army buddies." sighed Wesley.

"Why?"

"Don't you guy's see? It's Wesley they want!" said Nick. "These people are the people whom are the closest to you. The people who know you the best!"

"Meaning-"

"Joni..." said Wesley.

"Wilfred..." gasped Luke.

"Wren." Nick said narrowed eyed.

"Excuse me, we're looking for Wesley Wyndam Pryce?" said Jenn entering Wolferman and Hart.

"Oh Wes?" said the preppy blond. "He left about an hour ago, something about someone close to him dying. Said he'd be back in a few day's though."

"Oh thank you," she said leaving the firm and jumped into Jonathan's SUV.

"He's in Pinegreen..." she sighed.

"Let's go, I know a mage, and a short-cut," he said as he sped down the street.

"So did you honestly think you would be able to get away from me?" asked his blood father. "Do you honestly think that you could hide from me?"

"If I have to remind you it's you who gave me away."

"A simply mistake. I have been doing research, and I figured it all out. There isn't one chosen one, there is 4."

"What are you talking about?" yelled Wilfred.

"Humph, maybe a night in here will remind you son," snapped his father before leaving Wilfred by himself. For some odd reason he dozed off.

Joni went home from church and for some odd reason dozed off the minute she did.

Luke and Wesley dozed off in the jet plane on their way to Pinegreen Virginia.

Unknown to the people watching them sleep they were having the dream they had so many year's ago. The dream they all had right after they first met. The dream that explained their powers, their destiny, and their purpose.