Somewhere in the empty halls of the Magic School, Paige worked tirelessly. She was working on creating a fantastic school dance for her graduating students, all while grading the kids final projects for the summer, a selection of handmade spells and potions. As she read through the last of her papers, a figure shimmered into the dark corner of her office. Paige noticed it, but pretended not to – trying to get it to come out and expose itself. She casually got up from her chair and made her way to the cabinet next to the corner. Still pretending not to see the figure, she turned her back ever-so-slightly.
As she turned, her eye caught the glimpse of a silver belt buckle moving. She whipped around and simply motioned with her had for the envelope opener to attack the intruder. The figure froze, stunned by the attack.
"Wait!" It cried.
At the sound of his voice, Paige stopped the attack, centimeters before the blade would reach its victim.
"Oh God, I almost killed you!" She breathed heavily. "What are you doing here?"
The figure stepped forward from the shadow and revealed himself. He was a man around Paige's age. He was tall, and cut like a stone statue. It was obvious by now that he was not there to harm Paige. The witch knew him, and didn't seem to be threatened by him.
"I had to see you." He admitted reluctantly.
Paige sighed. "It's not safe, the elders watch the school. How did you get here anyway?"
"The same way you did." He explained.
She grimaced. "They don't want to hear that you could be good. They just don't believe in grey, you know? It's either black or white with them."
The man nodded. "I know." He said sadly.
Approaching him, she placed a gentle hand on his chest and pulled him into her by his shirt. She took his cheeks with her hands and kissed his lips softly. They embraced for a long moment, and then parted.
"Michael, you should go. If they see you here, there'll be nothing I can do to stop them." Paige begged.
Michael stroked her face gently and kissed her lightly. "I don't want to leave you."
Becoming serious, Paige nodded. "Then don't."
He knew she meant don't leave her, by dying. For just a moment he wanted to believe she meant for him to stay. He knew that wasn't the case, and so while she held him in her arms, he shimmered out – not knowing when the next time he'd be able to see her.
Just after he left, Paige took a good look around her office, turned the lights off and orbed back home.
The manor was a mess. Teenagers had taken over. For years now, the house had been one giant battle ground. Not just from demons, which still burst in at all times of day and night. Now the battles were between raging teens, who not only had crazy emotions and hormones to deal with, but their powers and magic abilities made teenage fighting, into teenage wars. Through the years, grounding had turned into binding. The first time they had to temporarily bind one of the kids was back when Wyatt was ten. He had decided to play a trick on Chris, by orbing his clothes off in the middle of class. Chris, being a little more sensitive than Wyatt began to cry hysterically. Wyatt was reprimanded by the teacher, but he grew angry at the authority and decided to use his powers to orb the entire class to the middle of a giant desert. Of course the misfit ten year old had a big laugh, when Piper and Leo were called in, they were so mad at his behavior that they bound his powers best they could for a whole three weeks.
Paige was just happy that so far, her daughter Ryan was very responsible. Not that she wouldn't like to see her little girl take chances, and maybe make a few more friends outside the family tree, she respected her daughter's ability to understand that she wasn't just another girl, she was a witch and happy to be one.
"I'm home!" Paige called. "Anybody home?" She asked.
Ryan came walking downstairs, carrying handful of magical objects. She smiled and came to give her mother a hug.
"Bring me anything?" She asked.
Paige smiled. "Not unless you want to orb to the school and get my paper work?"
"Um..." Ryan scrunched her nose; much like her mother used to and smiled playfully. "I'd rather not, thanks."
Just as Paige was about to spill about her day at work, a crash went through the house – sending shattered glass sliding all over the room. Paige, Ryan and now Chris too ran into the conservatory. They were greeted by six demons in hooded robed with long red claws. Victor came in just after the others and hid behind he brother, Chris.
"Who the hell are you?" Chris asked, with venom in his voice.
Paige frowned at Chris. "Watch you mouth!" She scolded.
"Yea, what the hell do you want?" Wyatt suddenly came into the room from behind his Aunt Paige.
Annoyed with her nephew's blunt language, Paige yelled. "Wyatt! Watch you mouth!" She sighed.
The demon closest to the front, began to speak. "Beware." He began.
"I don't have time for this." Wyatt rolled his eyes, and then yawned as he snapped his fingers.
The demons began to smoke as they screamed out in pain. Wyatt had flexed his growing power with almost no effort at all. Paige was nothing if not worried that his seemingly reckless abandon of the repercussions of his powers looked to be lost on him.
Paige grabbed her nephew's arm and pulled him back. "What on Earth are you doing!?" She asked.
"I'm destroying evil, you know, like I'm destined to?" He seemed confused, and not at all worried that his actions might affect something greater than himself.
Paige blundered with her thoughts. "Wha... Wyatt! You can't just... it's not that simple!"
"Actually... Aunt Paige. It's even simpler than that. They, evil. Me, good. They, dead. Me, alive." He chuckled, orbing away.
Paige was upset now, and tossed her purse to the ground, letting it slide into the burned remains of the dead demons.
"Leo!" Paige cried. "Leo!" She called again.
Leo and Piper orbed in. They had landed in the burned mess of demon remains. Piper immediately complained that her new boots were destroyed. She began to wipe her boots on the floor as Paige began to complain about another matter.
"Your son is a menace! He just vanquished six demons!" She began.
Leo laughed. "Paige, that doesn't sound bad."
Paige sighed. "Leo, he didn't even care why they were here, or what they wanted! What if they were here as a warning from some other demon... or something?"
Piper crossed her arms, considering. "Well, I'll talk to him – but I don't know how much good it'll do." She said, walking off to find her son.
Chris ran after his mother. "Mom, wait!" He called.
"What's wrong Chris?" Piper asked.
He looked at his mother, longingly. "Never mind..." He sighed. "It can wait."
Piper smiled at her middle son. "Thank you, Hun. Promise I'll try to make time later."
Chris nodded as she left, he muttered to himself. "There isn't much time left."
The elder came into the room, with Chris standing there, looking upset. Leo knew Chris would need him, but everything seemed to take him away from his middle son. Victor was still fairly young and needed more guiding than his older children. Leo was about to ask Chris what was wrong, when Victor began to beg for attention. Once again, Chris' needs were inadvertently put on hold. Leo only hoped that this time wouldn't be the time where Chris really needed him.
Her son was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring out at the street through his window. Piper was standing in the doorway, looking in awe at her creation. He'd gone from fragile, innocent child to strong, grown man in the blink of an eye.
"So, you want to talk?" She asked.
Wyatt turned his face away from herm toward the window. "No." She said bluntly.
"Yea, I figured as much. Hey, if you don't talk to me about it, I can't help you." Piper managed to say.
Wyatt stood up, irritated by his mother's pressing of the issue. "You don't even know what you're talking to me about. You're here because Paige whined." He snapped. Wyatt sighed, and orbed out of the manor.
A girl with soft golden locks and bright blue eyes, fair skin and the knock out looks to kill an army, sat on the edge of her bed, and sulked, looking out her own window. That is, until blue and white orbs swirled into her room, and too the formation of her boyfriend. As soon as she saw Wyatt, Amy stood up, flung her arms around his neck and began to kiss him again and again.
"Oh I missed you, I missed you!" She said energetically.
Wyatt smiled brightly, cupping her face with his hands. "I love you." He breathed.
"What are you going to do?" She asked.
Wyatt thought for a moment. "There's nothing I can do. I'm destined to fight you, and you're destined to fight me." He caressed her cheek. "I just wish we could end the fight between good and evil." He sighed.
"Maybe there is a way." Amy admitted. "What if it just became about power?"
Wyatt was a little puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"I mean. What if evil, good, none of that mattered anymore. What if the only thing that mattered was power? You could be king, and I could be your queen! No one would tell us we couldn't be together."
At this thought, an epiphany suddenly hit Wyatt. He was in fact the most powerful being in the world. He had what he needed to make the world what he wanted it to be. What he wanted was to be with Amy. Even if he had to change the world as he knew it, to make that possible.