A/N: Sorry it took me longer than usual to update. I've been spending most of my time watching the Live 8 performances I missed on AOL.

Mediatorsk: I love Signs! It's a great movie! Unfortunately, I usually don't plan every element of a story before I write it. Most things I make up as I go along. (Except this one- I know most of what will happen in this one.)

anonymous!: Yeah, sad, I know. I love that song- I think it really helps to bring out emotion.

Lucy Knight: Yep, plot thickenings rule. Sorry for the wait for this one:)

CHAPTER TWENTY

A demon and a darklighter sat in a room in the underworld, watching the scene projected from the enchanted crystal the demon held in her hand.

"Yeah, but he thinks with all his power he should be able to do something," they watched Chris Halliwell say.

"So," the demon began cunningly, shutting off the crystal. "The twice-blessed child misses his mommy. And he'll do anything to bring her back. You know what that means."

"It's fullproof," the darklighter smirked. "Another darklighter did something similar to one of the Charmed Ones, Prue, years ago. If it wasn't for her sisters, she would've killed herself. Wyatt, however, is a teenage boy. It's quite natural for him to distance himself from his family, and we have evidence of that from what we just saw. They'll never suspect anything."

The demon smiled, completely confident that their plan would succeed. "All you have to do is act as his conscience. He'll never know what hit him. Now go, right away."

The darklighter orbed out.

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Wyatt was sitting in the attic, aimlessly flipping through the Book of Shadows. There was absolutely nothing there that could resurrect his mother. Hisaunts wereright.

"I should just give up," Wyatt muttered. The darklighter then orbed in undetected behind him.

"No I can't," he whispered. "Unless I don't care about mom."

"I care about her!" Wyatt repeated.

"Then I have to keep looking. There has to be something."

"There has to be something." Wyatt was practically in a trance by now. He continued to flip the pages and the darklighter used his powers to make them turn on their own. They stopped on the Girene page. "Girenes?" Wyatt pondered. "What can demons do to help me?"

"Well read, stupid," the darklighter commanded.

"These demons have not been encountered by anyone since the 1520s. They are believed to be extinct, and probably caused their own demise. Their power was great and their abilities were unknown. The Gireneswere notoriousfor manipulating and swaying witches to join their side. There were documented cases of a Girene becoming consumed of their power and accidentally killing themselves because of it, not unlike the Titans. So it is extremely possible that they were all finished this way. The side of good is very lucky that this had happened, because with all of their power, the Girenes would have probably taken over the world indefinitely. There was no known way to vanquish them."

Wyatt put the Book down. "So how is that supposed to help me? They're dead."

"Are they? No one really knows," the darklighter coaxed.

"So?" Wyatt thought.

"They do have great and unknown power. Maybe they could bring mom back to life."

Wyatt's eyes widened. He read over the entry again. "But how am I going to find them?" He pondered aloud.

"A spell, of course. It should be easy enough to summon them with all the power I have."

Wyatt nodded to himself and got out a piece of paper. The darklighter smiled and orbed out.

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"Well?" the demon asked as the darklighter appeared in front of her.

"Everything is going according to plan," the darklighter smirked.

"Good," the demon replied.

"I still can't believe you guys were the most powerful creatures that ever lived in the 16th Century. What happened?"

The demon pulled out an athimae and held in threateningly up to the darklighter's neck. "For your information, we were weakened severely, almost finished. However, I still have more than enough power to kill you," she said angrily.

"Fine, sorry. I won't ask any more questions."

The demon put her athimae away. "Now all we have to do is wait for the young Halliwell to cast his spell, and the Girenes will finally return to power!"

"And me?" the darklighter asked.

"We've been over this, you idiot. In exchange for helping us out, you'll share the same authority we will have," the demon said. She sounded annoyed. "What is taking him so long? It's just a stupid summoning spell! Cast it already!"

Her wish came soon enough. About a minute later, she disappeared. The darklighter followed.

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"Can your power restore life?" Wyatt asked immediately after one of the Girenes appeared inside his crystal cage.

"Let me out of your trap and I'll tell you," she coaxed.

"No way. I've read about you Girenes. You manipulate good people to join your side."

"Clever witch you are… too bad it'll cost you your answer."

The darklighter pried into Wyatt's conscience once again. "Just let her out, what harm can she do? I'm the twice-blessed child, I can defeat her."

"Fine, I'll let you out," Wyatt said. He orbed one of crystals aside.

"You can orb… which means you must be one of the sons of Piper Halliwell," the Girene said in mock surprise.

"So?" Wyatt asked.

"I understand now why you want to know if our power can restore life. Youwant your mommy," she mocked.

"I could kill you at any time," Wyatt reminded angrily. The Girene held up her hands, as if to say, 'I surrender.' "Well, are you going to answer me? Or do I have to torture it out of you?"

"Yes, we are perfectly capable of bringing the dead back to life," the Girene lied. "But we would never do anything to help your side."

"Are you sure about that?" Wyatt asked, holding up an athimae.

"It won't matter if you kill me. The other Girenes will just resurrect me later," she taunted.

Wyatt glared at her and slowly lowered the athimae.

"There is one thing you could do for us, in exchange for your mother's life."

"What do you want?" Wyatt asked.

"Come to our side. Work with us. Think about it, wouldn't be great for someone of your power to not have to worry about personal gain?" she persuaded.

"Do you really think that's going to sway me?" Wyatt asked. The darklighter stepped in once again to think for him.

"What a pathetic argument," he said. "As if I would ever willingly join evil. Even if I did go to their side, they could never convert me. I'd just be working for good from the inside."

Wyatt raised his eyebrow at the thought. Could he really do that? Perhaps he should agree to join them, just until they revived his mother. Then he would vanquish them all. But deep down he knew it was a bad idea.

"Well, it should sway you, if you ever want to see your precious mommy again," the Girene taunted.

"I have to do this," the darklighter said. "What am I, afraid? If I can't do this, how will I be able to do anything as a witch? I would be better off without my powers…"

Wyatt took a deep breath. "Fine. Fine, I'll join you."

"I knew you'd come around," the Girene smirked. She touched Wyatt's shoulder. "Come with me." The two shimmered out of the attic.

"Wyatt?" Phoebe called. "I need the Book of Shadows for a second. Your Aunt Paige and I are gonna see if we can go…" At the point, she had walked through the attic door. "…after the Nosti Clan to try to destroy the-" she stopped mid-sentence, looking around for Wyatt. "infected… energy… ball… thingies," She finished choppily as she looked around. He obviously had left the room. Phoebe walked over to the open Book. "Bunyips? Why was he reading about Bunyips?" she pondered. Quickly she shrugged off the thought and closed the Book, completely not realizing that it was the old, pictureless write-up on Girenes that was on the page next to the Bunyip that she should be worried about.