The time had come. He could feel it surge through his veins. It was his power, his and his alone. He knew that the time had come for him to do what everyone had feared he would. He was going to take his throne. He kissed his girl one more time and orbed back to his house.

"I just don't understand, how did this happen?" Piper asked.

Dried tears smeared across her face. She wasn't crying any longer, but it was obvious Piper had seen better days. Leo was sitting next to her on the couch. Devastation reached across their faces like a wave of hurt and pain. They stared blankly at a large stone, which had once held Excalibur. Wyatt had claimed his sword, and with it his throne as king and title as ruler.

"I think it's pretty obvious how this happened." Chris muttered under his breath.

Victor was confused. "Is Wyatt is trouble, Mommy?" He asked.

Leo tried to put a smile on. "No, not exactly..." He strained to keep from breaking apart.

Ryan let the book of shadows hit the table. "I don't see anything about this sword in here. Why didn't you leave us a clue? What if this had happened when you were all gone?" She was mad.

Shiri nodded in agreement. "This isn't just your problem, it's our problem too."

"You kids shouldn't have to worry about this. We don't want you guys too." Phoebe tried to sooth them in vain.

Chris clasped his fists together. "I knew this would happen. I just knew it."

Leo and Piper looked at their middle child with fear. Had they let things get back to the point where Chris would be forced to travel back in time? Piper was frightened for her son, for she knew the outcome of his rescue mission – he would die. What scared her more was the idea that perhaps she couldn't have ever stopped this, perhaps it was meant to be.

"We'll handle this." Leo laid the law down.

He didn't want his kids putting their lives on the line one more time. Not for him, not for Wyatt, not for any of this. They had created this problem, somehow, and they would fix it. It was as simple as that.

Ryan shook her head. "You guys aren't giving us all the details. What's missing?"

"Always the smart one." Paige beamed.

Phoebe interrupted her sister. "But really, it's not something any of you should concern yourself with. I think you should all go now, let us talk in private."

Upon the order, the kids began to file out of the room. Leo stopped Chris. Now the only kid left, among his aunts and parents – this young man felt very awkward.

"What did I do?" He asked sheepishly.

Piper started to well up with tears. "You haven't done anything." She sniffled – trying as hard as she could to contain her sobs.

Leo took over. "What your Mom means, what we all mean..." He took a breath; this wasn't going to be easy to explain.

"Just tell me." Chris said at last.

Paige sighed. "It's difficult, and complicated."

"...and painful." Phoebe agreed.

Leo cleared his throat, taking Piper's hand and squeezing it gently. "Your mother and I hoped we'd never have to tell you this."

"We wanted you to have the future you wanted." Piper added.

Leo continued. "When Wyatt was about one and half – you arrived from the future. You didn't tell us who you were, or why you were there, other than the fact that you were there to keep Wyatt from turning. You knew something turned him." He took a moment.

"You think I could have stopped this?" Chris was mortified.

His father disagreed. "No, not at all – we want to know, Chris, do you know anything about Wyatt that we don't... anything at all that might have triggered this, this change?" He begged his son to think.

"Dad, I can't. I don't know anything." Chris began to back away, nervously.

Piper stood up, reaching out for her son. "Wait – Chris stop." She pleaded.

"I have to go." Chris said, then orbed out.

Phoebe let her arms fall to her side in despair. "So much for plan 'A'... do we even have a plan 'B'?"

Inside the home of his girlfriend, Wyatt swung his sword with ease. It was as if he had taken lessons since the day he was born. The sword played to his every wish, it was an extension of him – more so than he could have ever imagined. He remembered being told that one day he'd be given Excalibur, but he'd never imagined the force of will, the sheer power it would allow him. The feeling pulsated through his body like a heartbeat – like his heartbeat. It sung to him, and made his dreams a reality. It was a power rush to say the least, and best of all, no one could take it from him. He'd embraced his true power, all of it and now it was time to use it.

Amy ran her hands up his arms, and took him into her warm embrace. Wyatt let his body lean into hers and they just held each other. This is why he had to do it; no one in this world would have understood their forbidden love. How would his parents understand? Since he could remember they had been together, the Elders never seemed to disprove of their love. Whitelighters and witches got together all the time these days. His love was different; it was dark, and powerful and all consuming. Wyatt knew he wanted this, more than anything or anyone else.

Just as they began to kiss, blue orbs swirled into the room. Chris was standing before them, looking destroyed emotionally. Wyatt set his sword down and clasped his brother by the shoulder. This was a happy day! It was the day he had declared himself king! Chris just looked depressed, morbid and mad; not at all what Wyatt had wanted to see.

"You're ruining by buzz with that look. What's the matter brother?" He asked.

Chris ran his hands through his hair. "Wyatt you have to stop this. You're freaking Mom and Dad out." He implored his sibling.

"What, and ruin all of the fun?" Wyatt brushed his pleas off. "I don't this so. I've got to change this world. I'm going to end the senseless battle between good and evil once and for all!"

The younger brother looked at Amy's wide smirk and knew she had something to do with this. "This is her, filling your head with filth! Don't listen! We need the war Wyatt, it keeps balance!" Chris yelled.

"Balance for what? A world where two people who love each other can't even be together?" Wyatt seemed more hurt than anything.

Grabbing his older brother and shaking him, Chris cried out for reason. "If you do this, something horrible will happen. I can feel it!"

Pushing Chris away, Wyatt took Amy under his arm. "Maybe so, but something good will happen too... We can get married!" He cried out with happiness.

"What!?" Chris tried to pull his brother away. "You can't. She's a demon!" He yelled.

At that, Wyatt had heard enough. Something inside him snapped – and he used his magic to send a strong wave of energy hurdling at Chris. It smashed him into the wall and held him there, before dropping him on the ground, with a thud. Getting up with some pain, Chris knew he was out-matched, and orbed back home – to safety.

Amy took Wyatt's hand and kissed his cheek, then skipped off to freshen up. She walked into a dark room, at the end of a long hall. It was filled with vials, potions, spells, herbs, and so much more magical ingredients. She lit a match and picked up a piece of paper that had been sitting out. A pre-set bowl of mixed herbs was set in the center of her make-shift alter. She lit the paper on fire, and spoke aloud.

"Bring my love to me, forever.

My soul to his, I sign.

No other goal, but our endeavor.

Let his will be that of mine.

So that we may be together."

She smiled as the last of her love-ritual had been completed. How funny it was to her, that the most powerful of all men would be brought to his knees by nothing but the will of his heart – consequently – his will would now be hers. She had placed herself upon his right hand, forging herself a destiny far greater than that of her father's. She was now bride, wife and queen of all magic, and Wyatt Halliwell was her king. Hers.