Wyatt paced nervously throughout the mausoleum. He and Chris went there often to escape from Leo's moods. Their father either couldn't sense them there, or he was just too much of a coward to follow them to their mother's grave. Hours had passed since the showdown with Leo, and Wyatt was now getting anxious that his brother had not come here to meet him.
Piper stood in the corner with her mother, Patty, watching him as her heart broke. She knew that he couldn't see her nor sense her, but that made her want to reach her arms around him and comfort him more.
"Why can't I show myself to him?" Piper asked her mother.
"Because you can't take away his will," Patty answered.
"I won't be taking away his will, Mom; I just want to warn him."
"Piper, if you say anything you'll be forcing your will on him, and he'll do what you want him to do. He has to make this decision by himself. You did your part, you made him promise restore the balance, and to work alongside with his brother. What more do you want to do?"
Piper shrugged helplessly and leaned against the wall. She watched as Wyatt strode over to the sword and picked it up. He stared at it in awe for a moment and the swung it around in a mock battle with an imaginary enemy. Piper couldn't begin to fathom what was going through her son's 17 year old mind. She sighed as Wyatt orbed away. Instinctively she knew that he was leaving to go find out what happened with Chris.
Wyatt tried to orb into his bedroom, but he was redirected to the front steps of the manor. Confused, he looked around wondering what had happened. He took a step forward, but he was knocked back by an invisible force field. Anger started to rise, but Paige opened the door and looked out. She ran down the front steps to meet him and held out her hand. He took it, and then he was able to easily pass the crystal encampment that his aunt had set up.
Once inside he filled Paige in. He told her how he had overheard his father and Alpha discussing the threat, and how Leo was told to take care of her and Phoebe. He told her how his mother had appeared and gotten them into the attic, and given him and Chris the sword. Paige asked what had happened to Chris, but Wyatt said that his brother was fine when he left. He was furious to find out that Chris was in the hospital and had been left on his own to suffer.
"If I had known Aunt Paige, I would have gone to him," Wyatt said with tears in his eyes. He was sitting on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. Paige wrapped her arm around his shoulders and he leaned into his aunt for support.
"I know, Sweetie. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt him," Paige said soothingly. She, however, was staring at Excalibur which Wyatt hadn't let out of arms length. It made her feel uneasy knowing that he had control over the thing.
"I wouldn't, I swear! I would do anything to protect him. Chris is all that I have," Wyatt insisted.
"Is that true?" Paige asked.
"Of course it's true," Wyatt said incredulously.
"Then march your butt back up those stairs and put that sword back into the stone," Paige demanded.
"But why?" Wyatt asked.
"Please don't ask me why," Paige's heart was breaking, "but if you want to protect Chris, and Melinda and Kayla just put the sword back into the stone."
Wyatt didn't ask anymore questions, and he and Paige walked up to the attic. Wyatt slammed the sword back into the stone and a slicing sound echoed off the walls. He felt a deep sense of loss, and relief at the same time.
"Okay," Paige said going to the book.
"What are you doing?" Wyatt asked her.
"Looking for a spell to get rid of that thing once and for all," she replied.
"NO!" Wyatt demanded.
"What?" She asked looking up, and feeling a little nervous.
"Aunt Paige, my mom came back from the dead to give this thing to me. If you think it will keep everyone safe to keep it in the stone, then fine, but don't take it from me. It's all Chris and I have of her. The sword stays right here in the stone, or it comes out of the stone and stays by mine and Chris's side. It's your choice."
Paige sighed. She didn't really have much of a choice.
After Chris was released from the hospital, Phoebe told her father what had really happened. She and Victor decided it was best for the boys to remain in the manor. Phoebe and Paige already had families and homes of their own, so he decided to try his role as a parent once more hoping he would do better with his grandsons.
Three years had passed since Piper had come to give Excalibur to the boys. They stayed true to their word and worked together as a team training for the coming revolution. More often than not, they would train hard and play harder. Victor would walk in on them battling, and nearly have a coronary. Although he knew that they were just being boys he couldn't shake the images that future Chris had put into his mind about evil Wyatt.
One afternoon Chris felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and he shared a look with his brother. They both sensed something in the house that was not human. Wyatt motioned to Chris and they covertly made their way to up to the attic where they figured the threat would be. The boys were taken aback with the image that they beheld.
"Whoa," Chris said under his breath.
A beautiful woman stood before them, scantly clad with clothing. Her body was perfect, as if time never touched it. Her raven black hair cascaded down her back to her waist. Her olive skin shimmered in the low light and it set off her almond shaped brown eyes magnificently. Her lips were full, shiny, and supple which left the boys hungry to taste them.
"My my, haven't you grown," she said demurely as she stepped forward to see the boys better. She ran her finger down Wyatt's strong jawbone leaving him speechless. She turned to Chris and traced his lips with her finger and moved in close to him as if she were to kiss him. He leaned forward and closed his eyes, but she turned away giving them a full view of her hourglass figure barely hidden beneath her silken skirts.
"It's been simply ages since I've seen you two," she said circling around the stone that housed Excalibur.
"But I knew you would both grow to be strong men." She tossed her head back and smiled seductively at them.
"Who are you?" Chris asked her.
"I'm a seer," she replied. "I've come to tell you what I've seen."
"Hopefully you've seen me and you together alone," was Wyatt's cheeky reply. He boldly wrapped his strong arm around her slender waist and leaned his face close to hers. She placed her index finger on his lips and stepped out of his hold, leaving him once again speechless. Chris snickered to himself.
"As nice as that sounds, I'm here on business," she replied suddenly very serious.
"Your aunts and your father helped me out once, and now it's my turn to return the favor. I've seen something that I think you might be interested in."
"What?" Wyatt asked. He and Chris pulled themselves out of the seductive spell she seemed to place on them and they were now focused on what was at hand.
"There is a group of witches not to far away that can take the lives of you and your entire family in a matter of seconds. They'll do it to," she answered smiling at the thought. "But what they don't understand is how much you can help them."
"Why would they want to take us out?" Chris asked.
"Hmmm, it could have something to do with the fact that I told them that your brother would kill every last one of them," she replied dismissively.
"You what?" Wyatt asked.
"Well, you'll have to eventually if you don't form an allegiance with them. Of course, if you don't act quickly they may form that allegiance with the underworld which will make them virtually unstoppable." the seer replied.
"Fine, we'll form an allegiance with them. Thanks for the tip, you can go now," Chris told her. He didn't trust this woman at all.
"Mmmm... not as simple as that. See, there are a lot of powerful demons in the underworld, and powerful as you may be, you're still just not powerful enough," she replied.
"Powerful enough for what?" Wyatt asked.
"Just not powerful enough," she answered. She waved her hand over a bowl of water and motioned for the boys to look. Wyatt and Chris stepped back after viewing the image they had seen, shocked and scared.
"What do we have to do?" he asked her.
"Pull the sword from the stone. Become one with the sword, and I'll be back when the time is right." she answered.
"How are we supposed to become one with the sword?" Wyatt asked.
"Oh, not 'we' honey, you. You have to become one with the sword, and I have a friend that can help you with that," she answered mysteriously.
"But we, no. I won't do it alone, I promised our mother-" Wyatt started.
"Wyatt, you have to. You saw what will happen if you don't," Chris interrupted. "I'll be by your side the entire time; it doesn't mean we have to share the sword."
Wyatt nodded, unsure of himself, but deciding to do it anyway. He grasped the hilt, but paused and looked at his baby brother.
"Let's do it like before," he practically begged.
Chris nodded grasping the hilt alongside his brother, "One, two... THREE!"
"Awe how sweet. Nothing sexier than these two brothers," the seer said as the sword came free of the stone.
"Now it's time to go learn how to use it," she flicked her fingers and she and Wyatt were gone, leaving Chris once again alone in the attic.