Chapter Fifteen – The Triquetra

Wyatt somewhere where he never comes, he hadn't been here since he was his father and his brother, just the sheer sight and presence of it all made his skin turn cold, he looked up at his mother's grave. He trying as hard has he possibly could to hold back his tears and cries, but his tears fell from his face, it didn't matter how hard he tried to stop it. He touched his mothers grave, and then he stepped forward and placed his forehead on the plaque and cried. His shoulders shook, with the memories of his mother coming to his head. All of memories carried a small amount of pain with them, he couldn't take this anymore; he needed it all to stop. He fell to the ground, he didn't notice, but he laid on the ground crying like a baby.

As he laid on the floor, he pulled out a silver necklace from his pocket; his good luck charm. The tears feel from his face as he looked at the silver triquetra, it had no circle on it, just a plain simple triquetra.

"This is yours." His mother said to him, "Wyatt your thirteen now, and I think its time I begin to teach you about your life."

"My life?" Wyatt asked.

"Your life." Piper went behind her son and put the necklace on her son's neck. "You can do whatever you want with your life I will support you and love you in everything you do, but never deny your destiny. A wise woman taught me that."

"What's destiny?"

"Destiny is your for-planned mission. It was for told of you to do what your life is told of you to do, like mine was to vanquish the source of all evil with your aunts."

"Is the Source still around today?"

"Probably, but he knows not to come around here."

"Oh, okay."

"I will always be with you when you wear this, and if you get scared just hold it real tight, and I will be right there."

Wyatt laid on the floor of the mausoleum and took his triquetra and held it real tight, he sat up still holding it real tight. But he saw no one, nothing. He looked at this mothers name on the grave and put his hand on it, he wanted to see her one last time, but it wasn't possible; yet. He turned and orbed away.

One Week Later…

Chris orbed home with Bianca at his side. They were soaked in water, and a purple slime that covered their chests and stomachs.

"There's a reason, Wyatt did the vanquishing." Chris said,

"And why is that?"

"No clean up, just pow!"

"Uh huh." The two of them walked up stairs and into the Chris' room, Chris threw a towel at Bianca, and he picked one himself and whipped the slime off best they could. It was very sticky and adhesive to the skin, so when they were completely whipped clean, it was still sticky.

"Where do you think he went?" Bianca asked as they left Chris' room.

"I have no idea. Well not true, I do; but if I am right he needs some alone time; but I think after a week he would be alright." Chris walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Where are we going?"

"I need to make a potion."

"For what?"

"Evil."

"Oh that's great, but what evil?"

"The one that killed my aunt!"

"But you don't know where to start?"

"True, but we can always start somewhere," He looked around and realized the book of shadows was still up in the attic. "Damnit, it's still in the attic."

"That's okay I'll go get it."

"Thanks." Chris turned and started pulling out potion ingredients and a cattle from the cupboard.

Bianca went from the room, and back up the stairs. Once she hit the second floor, she took the second flight of stairs and they led into the attic. She opened the door, the breeze of slightly cold air swished across her face. She flipped on the light, but then the light bulb above her exploded. She screamed at it, in fright. The moon light was more then enough to light the room, and the book laid on the podium like it always did. She saw it in all its glory, the Phoenix Nation always wanted this book; even though they were neutral, they still wanted it. She walked forward, she had heard stories about it and what power it processes, but Chris needed it, it was his!

She shook her head, she reached out and hesitant to put her hands on the book it was foretold that book could protect itself from evil magic. Was she evil? Could she take it with no problem? Would Chris vanquish her if the book wouldn't let her? She slowly reached out, and she closed her eyes and threw her hands at the book. She felt the cool leather bound book the book didn't see her as evil. She smiled. She picked up the book, and started to walk out, she ran down the stairs as fast as she could, and when she reached the hallway on the second floor.

"There you are!"

"Mom?" Bianca screamed, she couldn't believe it her mother was here. What was she doing here? "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, come on we have too – is that what I think it is?"

"No, this is for Christopher. Not you nor the Phoenix Nation!"

"My daughter with the book, the circle will love this."

"Look, I am not keeping it, go away." Bianca turned, and started to walk towards the stairs, but then her mother grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground. Bianca screamed.

"That book could bring our family royalty and power beyond our dreams! Think about it my dagt-"

"HEY!" Chris screamed coming up to the landing.

Bianca and her Mother both looked over at Chris. "Chris, take the book!" Bianca yelled. Bianca threw the book over her shoulder, and Chris used his telekinesis to bring it to him.

"NO!" Bianca's Mother yelled, "THAT BOOK!"

"Is mine!" Chris said sternly. Bianca's mother let go of her daughter and then went for Chris, but Chris raised his arm and hand and the woman was thrown against the wall paralyzed. Chris walked forward. "Touch my book or my girlfriend again like that and I will vanquish your ass."

Bianca was taken back. "Wow."

"Understand?"

"In time, in time that book will belong to the Amazon Nation." The Woman screamed and then shimmered out. Chris sighed and then turned to look at Bianca.

"And I thought my family was messed up." Chris laughed.

"Well I feel for my dad, he's mortal." She said, "so 'girlfriend' huh?"

"Yeah." Chris said, "You're my girl."

"Uh huh."

Nora sat in the Church of the Damned, another window of an Arch Angel was destroyed, Gabriel. She smiled. She looked up at the altar, Piper Halliwell, her body had now been hanging on the altar for nearly a year; but remarkably her skin wasn't turning pale or decaying at all.

"A Spell." Nora Said to herself. She then walked out of the Church and into the graveyard, which went off into miles in ether direction. This was the place for spirits, her source for the army that Lord Wyatt will lead into global victory. She looked at each of the stone hedges, she smiled at each of them. All dead witches, demons, fairies, warlocks, she could name all the species of magical creature and find at least ten of that kind in close range. She heard wings come in from behind her and she turned, a sword materialized in her hands. "Who's there?"

"Relax Nora." Said Another Fallen Angel.

"Sebastian, good see you. Lily." Nora replied looking at the other angel behind him. "What news comes of you?"

"The moon is full, it was souls night." Lily said

"We have filled the bag of new souls; pitiful humans." Sebastian replied, "They were a somewhat honorable race, but always full of hate and war."

"That's why you like them." Lily replied.

"Any Angels or Elders in sight?" Nora asked

"None, they're getting smarter, when will our attack occur?"

"Not until all thirteen of us are here, which should be any time." Nora then looked up at the black sky, no stars, no moon. "I want out of this realm!"

Wyatt orbed into his room, a week of running, a week of morning, a week of realizing. He sat on his bed, he looked around, things were tossed and thrown. His desk was disorganized as usual with papers, college broachers, and books. Posters of Yale were all over his wall, even pennants, and every thing Yale sent to him was on that wall, but something told him Yale won't be there in the next few months. He got up and paced all around his room; 4am. He used his sensing powers, only Christopher was home. He slowly opened his door, and a dark hall was in front of him. He walked down and in front of Chris' door; it was ajar. He opened it, and saw Chris had left the light on again.

Chris was laying on his back, mouth open drooling onto the pillow. Wyatt smiled, he saw that Chris' room was in more of disarray then his was. He looked around, and he had this really bad feeling that something between Chris and him was happening, he wasn't sure what it was. He walked out of the room, and down the stairs; as he walked into the kitchen he looked down and saw there was messages on the machine. He pressed the red flashing button.

"You have six new messages!" Said the Computer Voice, "This is Hyde High School, Christopher and Wyatt Halliwell have been marked absent from one or more classes today." Wyatt sighed and deleted the message, then the same message followed that, and then again. He wondered why Chris wasn't going to class. Then the lass massage was from their Dean of Admissions. "Hello, this is Dean Chadwick calling for a Mr. Leo Wyatt. Mr. Wyatt, I am calling in regards to the absences of Wyatt and Christopher Halliwell, we have gotten regards to whether they are home or away on a personal matter. Please call me-" Wyatt deleted the message before listening to it completely. He then went over to the dinning room table, and put his head down, and feel asleep.

Chris was up with the sun, as it shined brightly into his room, he got up and pulled on a shirt. He shook his head, tring to wake up more, like usual he walked down the hall to check Wyatt's room; it was vancant.

"Oh come on," he moaned.

He walked down stairs and threw the dinning room table and into the kitchen. He almost missed him, but he saw Wyatt sleeping at the table. Chris stopped, he walked over and heard Wyatt slightly snoring, he pushed Wyatt with his finger. Wyatt jumped awake.

"NO!" Wyatt screamed, he threw an energy ball towards Chris' direction, Chris orbed out just in time. Then Chris orbed on the other end of the kitchen. "Moron!" He yelled at his brother.

"Chris, oh damn, I am so sorry."

"Yeah, nice to see you too." He snapped, "Where the hell have you been?"

"Uh, just out thinking."

"It took you a week to think?"

"I had a lot to think about."

"Look, I know Aunt Paige died, and I am sad about it too, but don't go ditching; I thought you pulled the crap like what dad did."

"What?" Wyatt said standing up, "I would never ditch you, why would you think that?"

"Well dude, hello you were gone for a week."

"I am sorry."

Chris sighed, and opened the fridge and pulled out a jar of blue water and a jug of orange juice.

"A potion?"

"Not just any potion, a very powerful integration potion." Chris said, "I thought we could use this on the evil that killed Aunt Paige."

"Oh, why not just cast the truth spell?"

"This is more powerful, since all of us don't have telepathy; they will say their truths instead of thinking them."

"Right," Wyatt replied.

"This took me a week to make, I was hoping it would be done by today."

"Okay, cool. I am going to take a shower."

"Save some hot water."

As Wyatt walked upstairs he walked into the bathroom, and turned on the water to full blast, he undressed and stepped into the shower and had the hot water pound on his shoulders and back. He leaned against the shower door, as the water massage his body. He washed his hair and body. Once he stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel to dry himself, he looked at himself in the foggy mirror; pale, tired, and dark circles forming around his eyes. He walked into his room, and he found no dry clothes, so he walked down stairs, and he found Chris talking on the phone. He walked into the Laundry Room, looking for clean clothes.

Chris watched his brother looking for clothes, then something for odd was on the bottom of his back, it was a cross within a pentagram; carved into his skin.