Author's Note: Another over-due chapter. To all of my readers, thank you for reviewing. Personally, chapter seven was one of my favorite chapters to write, because I love exploring Chris' non-magical yet magical life. Sadly, I am not always so sure where Wyatt's story is going, so forgive me if his parts aren't always that great, but I promise I will work on it. So, enough of me, go ahead and read, and please review. Thanks!
Chapter Eight: Dark Training
There was a burst of flame and a swirl of bright lights and two figures appeared in an underground lair. The older of the two was a man dressed in black robes with gray hair, the younger was a boy no older than eight who wore a black shirt and pants, his golden hair the only thing about him that gave off some sort of color. There was silence only for a few moments, as if to let what had recently happened sink in.
"I have never had so much in my life!" the boy shouted, breaking the silence as he jumped. "When can we do that again?"
"Again?" the man asked. "I think you are still in need of a little training before you can go out like that again."
"But Barbas!" the boy whined.
"Wyatt, I have told you time and time again, it is just not that simple," Barbas said. "I know you enjoyed helping me kill that witch, but you are still young and there is still much to teach you."
Wyatt lowered his head, but lifted it, a gleam in his eye. "Then when I can start training? I'm ready and I want to take on my own witch."
Barbas almost laughed. "There are some witches that are very powerful, Wyatt. You think you can take them on too?"
He nodded. "You told me that I am special and that I have more power than any of the other witches and demons out there. You said that all I need is to be trained on how to use my powers. So, teach me and then I can kill witches too and not be in the way."
Barbas turned his back on Wyatt and began to walk away "I'll think about it, how's that? Until then I would like a little peace so that I can think some things over."
Wyatt sighed. "All right."
Turning around, Barbas looked at the dejected child. "Why don't you go work on your energy balls? No harm in trying to get them under better control. And while you're at it you can try and work on your other powers, justâdon't go orbing out of the lair or anything."
"Barbas, why can I orb?" Wyatt asked. "I thought only Whitelight-"
Holding up a hand, the demon silenced the boy. "There will be no talk of any type of good magical creatures in this lair, do you hear me? I told you once and I will tell you again, your parents were very good at stealing magic and powers away from other beings. It just so happened that one of those powers was orbing and every power they gathered was passed to you."
"That's why I am special, right? Because I have all those powers?" Wyatt concluded.
Barbas nodded. "Yes. Now, you go and play, and I will think."
He watched Wyatt walk away and let out a small smile when he realized that he was finally alone. When Barbas had decided that he wanted to raise Wyatt to follow him, he never realized it was going to be as hard and as tiring as it was. The kid was powerful and resilient, and a pain in the ass at times, to tell the truth.
Wyatt had come into his powers early on, and that was something that Barbas was not counting on. He had seen numerous demonic children in his life, but nothing compared to the son of a Charmed One. There was something different about witch powers, something that Barbas was not quite sure he understood, so it was hard to teach Wyatt to use them. Sure, it was one thing to know how to block a certain attack that a witch fought with, but actually teaching someone to use it?
There were small explosions coming from behind him and Barbas turned and watched Wyatt. He had to hand it to the kid; he loved using his powers, no matter what side he was on. The key was never letting Wyatt know the truth and Barbas was thankful that he was good at keeping secrets. Questions popped out every once in a while, but Wyatt was content on knowing that his parents, the powerful "demons" that they were, were killed by the Charmed Ones and that it was his duty to seek revenge on them and that Barbas was the one who was going to help him exact that revenge.
Of course, attacking the Charmed Ones was going to be difficult, even for Wyatt, who was in fact Charmed. Barbas knew that Wyatt had to be ready and that meant that the boy was going to have to be able to use every one of his powers flawlessly. Certain ones he already had a handle on, those being the easier ones, such as orbing himself and objects, exploding things and telekinesis were easy too, freezing was a little more difficult and Barbas knew that Wyatt would develop more powers over time.
"Wyatt, come here," Barbas called. He had considered changing the boys name when he had first brought him to the Underworld, but Barbas knew better and knew that every demonic creature in the Underworld knew and feared the name Wyatt and thought it best to keep that name the same.
"What is it, Barbas?" Wyatt asked, coming over. "Are we going to begin my training now?"
"I want to talk to you about that. You see, you want to train because that means that you can practice killing witches so that you can ready yourself for taking on the most powerful witches of all time, is that right?"
Wyatt nodded, though he secretly sighed for he hated it when Barbas rambled and beat around the bush with questions like that. "Yes. I have to be ready to fight the Charmed Ones. They killed my parents and they have to pay because of that."
"Well, you don't think that you could kill them very easily now, do you? I mean, not that I don't believe in you, but you are still a child and it is going to take a lot when it comes to fighting the Charmed Ones. I should know, my having fought them in all."
Wyatt's eyes grew wide. "Really? So, what do you think I should do?"
"We train, every day for a long, long time and then I send you away to school," Barbas answered.
"School? You mean like human school?" Wyatt asked, his shoulder's sinking.
"You are going to have to fit in with the human world and going to a normal mortal school will help you get close to them. Listen, you will be trained in everything demonic and you will learn to use your powers just like you want, but then I want to send you to perhapsâa human high school, that way you can grow accustom to human life. When you are then ready, you can be the innocent and gain their trust."
"The demon after me would be you, then?" Wyatt asked.
"Precisely!" Barbas said. "Does this, satisfy you?"
Wyatt grinned. "As long as I can kill the Charmed Ones, anything is okay with me. So, when does my training begin?"
