Chapter Five

Chris looked around the abandoned mausoleum. "Why have you brought we here?" Chris asked.

"Well this is my second favourite place to think,"

"Okkaay," Chris answered, "Bit weird. Cool. But a bit weird," Chris grinned. "So are you going to tell me what your big secret is?"

"Well," Matt began "I'm not normal,"

Chris laughed, "Who is?"

Matt looked at Chris solemnly "No man, I'm serious. I can do things,"

"Like what?"

Matt hesitated. He had never shown anyone this before and was worried that Chris might freak out, and he didn't want that. Chris seemed like a nice guy and he didn't really have any friends; he found it hard to make them, especially when he felt so different to everyone else.

"I'll show you," Matt answered and dissolved into blue and white orbs in front of Chris.

For a split second Chris thought that he had imagined it. Matt had orbed. How the hell was that possible? Matt appeared in front of him again. "Well now you know how much of a freak I am,"

Chris couldn't help but laugh. Matt gave him a dirty look. "Thanks, I let you in on the biggest secret I've got and you laugh at me. I'm a freak and you find it funny,"

Chris managed to compose himself "Well if you're a freak then..." Chris orbed out in front of Matt and appeared behind him "… then so am I!"

Matt span round to face him looking like his jaw had dropped. "What? How?"

"It's called orbing," Chris told him.

"Orbing?"

"Yeah it's a form of travel that whitelighters possess," Chris realised that this wasn't clearing anything up because Matt still looked bewildered. "A whitelighter is an angel, that looks after witches,"

"Witches!" Matt repeated giving Chris a look that said he thought he was insane. Or just plain making it up.

"I know it's a lot to take in,"

"No it's not, because it's not real," Matt dismissed the idea "Because that sort of thing doesn't exist,"

"Yes it does! You and I are living proof of that," Chris answered enthusiastically "Look can you think of any other explanation,"

Matt shook his head. No he couldn't, but this was the fantastic, Chris was talking about the impossible. Magic didn't exist. Did it?

"Come on I'll prove it to you," Chris said taking hold of Matt's hand and orbing them both back to the manor.

"Where are we?" Matt asked.

"The attic in my house," Chris answered "If I show you something, you have to promise not to tell anyone about it,"

"Okay,"

Matt followed Chris over to a large book that was placed on a stand in the centre of the room. "This is the Book of Shadows," Chris told him.

"What's in it?"

"Spells, incantations, information about demons, warlocks, that sort of thing," Chris answered casually.

"Right," Matt eyed him sceptically "Because that's the sort of thing every family has in their attic,"

"Were not your typical family," Chris grinned "I know it's hard to believe but I'm part whitelighter, part witch,"

"Huh?"

"The whitelighter part I've already explained. My dad's an angel who guides witches. He was my mom's whitelighter. She's a witch and they got married and had me and my brother. That makes me a whitelighter witch. If I was a full whitelighter then I would be dead,"

"Dead!"

"Yeah, I take it that you're not a full whitelighter,"

"I sure hope not!" Matt answered

"You'd know if you were dead Matt," Chris joked "So one of your parents must be a whitelighter,"

"I don't think so," Matt answered sure of himself "I once asked my mom if she believed in magic and she told me that only existed in storybooks,"

"Well magic is really real. Believe me," Chris answered, "Do you have any other powers?"

"Yeah," Matt answered, "If that's what you call them. I sometimes see things before they happen,"

"The power of premonition, my aunt Phoebe has that one,"

"And sometimes strange things happen when I'm around, like once I was running late for a lesson and I kept thinking I wish that time would stop so I could get to class in time and it did, everyone froze,"

Chris smiled "The power to freeze, that's the one my mom has. You're a witch too,"

"That's not possible my parents would have to magical too,"

"Maybe they are, but they haven't told you,"

"No I don't think so," Matt stood next to Chris who was looking through the book. When Matt began to thumb at the pages that he and Chris were touching it began to glow. "What the…?"

"I don't know," Chris answered worried "It's never done this before," they both let go of the book and the glowing stopped. To make sure they weren't imagining it they both reached for the book at the same time and it began to glow as it had before.

Pulling away again, Chris had a thought. "I think the book knows you,"

"But how?"

"I don't know," Chris walked over to a trunk in the corner of the room and opened it. He pulled out a box inside and opened it. "Matt, come here,"

Matt made his way over to him. "What,"

"If I give you something do you think you could try and get a premonition off it?"

"I can try, but I've never been able to control it before,"

Chris handed him a small tatty teddy bear. Matt took it from him and was thrown into a vision.

Where am I? Matt thought. He saw a woman peering over him. He'd seen her before in his dreams; she had brown hair and brown eyes. "Night baby," She soothed "Sweet dreams," Then she was gone and he was alone in the dark, he couldn't see much, the nightlight in the room wasn't very bright. Then the room became brighter. There were two men dressed in golden robes. They reached for him. He watched as a small boy was lifted from a cot. Then they were gone, the baby was gone and he was back in Chris' attic crouched over.

"Are you alright?" Chris asked

Matt was shaking. "No.I was in a bedroom and I saw a baby being stolen. These men dressed in gold took him. I thought they were coming for me,"

Chris digested the information "Was there anything else?"

"Yeah. Before the baby was taken, there was a woman. She was looking at me. She had brown hair and brown eyes,"

Chris reached into the trunk and handed Matt a photograph. "That's her," Matt exclaimed excitedly "That's the woman from my vision," Matt looked at the picture again and saw the woman holding a small boy.

"That's my mom with my brother Wyatt," Chris told him.

"I don't understand. What does this mean?" Matt asked unsure.

"I think it means that you're my brother," Chris answered "I think it means your Wyatt,"

Authors note: Ah shock! Ok so we all knew that this was where it was heading. Thanks for sticking with me. Sorry it's taken a few days to update Uni keep expecting to see work from me and they won't except this story as homework. I'll try and keep updating regularly.