Happy World Water Day, people! Let's do our best to conserve and clean our water…whatever that means…
chyp: I'm not gonna lie to you, chyp…
Raya X: I won't lie to you, either, Raya…
Wesley followed Matthew's pointed finger to a statue mounted on a pedestal. His mouth dropped open. The statue was of himself! It was very closely detailed, depicting Wesley after spitting out one of his sarcastic comments. He remembered that face well. Looking further down, he saw a caption engraved into a space. It read, Your Death Was Not In Vain. Wesley turned back in utter disgust, beginning to realize what had happened as his brothers began telling him the story of how it all came to be.
"We were exposed," Matthew began. "Everyone at Oxford found out about our powers. We were helpless. We couldn't risk using our powers because the other students would see it as black magic. We managed to escape undetected and retreated back to the house. It wasn't long before the media found out. Soon, the house was covered with people, all kinds of people. Some claimed to be witches and wanted to join our 'coven,' while others wanted us dead."
"Wesley had left the dorm room before we could bring him back with us," James continued. "Apparently, he felt too guilty about everything and had blamed it all on himself. Before we left Oxford, we found a note he left. It said that he would be back later, but he never did."
"There had been a freak storm that night," Matthew said, continuing the story. "It was all over the news. We went to check it out and found his car way up on an abandoned road. It had been smashed by trees. He was nowhere to be found. We filed police reports, but the investigation had been closed under the assumption that he had been kidnapped and/or killed, but if it hadn't been for these people in the first place, he'd have never been out there at all.
"The police gave up on him, but we didn't. We turned to magic, but nothing we tried could neither locate him nor bring him back. It was like he just disappeared off the face of the earth. We looked through the Book over and over again, studying each page for any kind of help. Nobody was there to help us. Not John, not even our parents."
"The worst part," James said, lowering his head, "was that everyone gladly accepted his death as a 'good riddance.' They didn't even care. As far as they were concerned, we were murderers.
"So we had to give up. With nobody to help us, there was nothing we could do. But the one thing we did was swear revenge…on everybody who had turned their backs on us. We worked on our magic and forced our powers to advance to more offensive ones. We worked on spells until we had it all mastered. It wasn't long before we made our move. The police couldn't stop us. Not even the military forces could stop us. On the other side of things, we vanquished all of the Council members just in case they tried anything. We weren't the Complete anymore, but we were still too powerful for anyone to handle. We used our magic to turn them all to our side. They called us tyrants, but we didn't want to sound like dictators. We thought of ourselves as kings. The name just kind of stuck."
"Enough!" Matthew spat, turning to Wesley. "Who are you?"
"And why didn't the Underground bother to make you look like you'd aged?" James added.
"I don't know what the hell y'all are talkin' about," Wesley insisted. "The only Underground I've heard of is Underground Atlanta. Wait, y'all vanquished the Council?"
"You're trying our patience," Matthew warned.
"And we run out of that very easily," James said with a dangerous edge in his voice.
"This is stupid!" Wesley shouted. "I am your brother! If y'all won't believe my voice or my face, then believe this!"
He looked around and found a rock. He picked it up and held it out for his brothers to examine. He then threw it into the air, making sure that both James and Matthew could see it. He extended his hands and gestured.
"Now do you be…" Wesley started.
Now do you be-WHAT? I hate when people do that to me! Anyway, so there's the nutshell story about what all has happened apparently in the last fifteen years. Did time fly, or did it fly? So, what's gonna happen next? And what the hell is wrong with Wesley?
