Disclaimer: Charmed does not belong to me, basically if you recognize anything in this story, its not mine.
A/N: This is just a start; if you like it, want me to change something, etc. please let me know! Oh and Kyara's name is pronounced Key-are-a.
Trinity: Nothing Left
How did it come to this? The thought echoed through her mind as she stared at the destruction before her. The city was blazing, fire coating the horizon for as far as the eye could see from atop the Golden Gate Bridge. Well, what was left of the bridge. She glanced to her right where her brother stood, sweat dripping from his pale face as he struggled to contain as many of the fires as he could. It was a losing battle though. Chris was powerful, but they had been fighting and using their magic nearly constantly for the past two weeks, and the fires seemed to cover everything. Besides, even if they could be extinguished, there was nothing left of the city underneath. Beyond Chris was her other brother, the oldest of the three, viewing the destruction spread out before them with seemingly uncaring eyes. She knew better, this would be tearing him to pieces inside, to watch the city, the people they had protected for so long all disappear in a storm of fire and ash. It was Hell.
How did it come to this?
Foolish to ask such a question really. This had been building for the past nine years, after the Charmed Ones, the last source of pure good in this chaotic world had fallen. The world had sunk into darkness, both literally and figuratively. The culture had turned to one full of gangs and civil warfare. Bright colors vanished replaced with black and red. Nights that seemed to swallow the very stars and when the sun decided to put in an appearance it was a poor excuse of the warmth and light it had once given. Magic was exposed, how could it not be with the Underworld now taking residence above the surface? Demons and witches and every manner of being that walked this earth now did so with the knowledge of the humans they shared it with. Within a year of the sister's deaths, people that had feared magic and tried to destroy it had either been killed or were hiding in some god forsaken hole the demons and witches had yet to find. The rest had either joined the cults, covens, and gangs that were commonplace now or lived in fear of getting caught in the crossfire between them. The world had been thrown into World War III with the battlegrounds everywhere on earth, above, and below it and magic was the weapon of choice.
Oh, we did a wonderful job in their place. But what could they have done? The Trinity wasn't good, like their parents had been. They were neutral, each a part of good and evil magic. The scales were kept balanced by them, no longer having the Charmed ones to make the good outweigh the evil. The War had been a stalemate, the Trinity being forced to fight anyone, regardless of the side they were on, that came against them. They couldn't let one side get too much of an advantage over the other, but neither could they end the war by putting a stop to each army, each soldier in this battle weary world. No, because that would screw up the Elders' precious balance. As far as the three remaining Halliwells were concerned, it had been a blessing when they had been eliminated, throwing off the stalemate and resulting in the rioting and end-of day's natural disasters that now wracked the world.
"It can't end like this." We both glanced at our older brother, illuminated in the eerie glow of the flames that continued to ravage the city.
"What do you propose we do, Wyatt?" Chris barely managed any of his usual sarcasm, still concentrating on keeping some of the fires at bay. " The world is over, has been for a long time. How many people are there left? Ten thousand in the world? The underworld has had claim above ground for too long. With the Elders gone the rest of the witches will be dead in a day or so. Even if we killed the thousands of demons to even things out a bit, the world is still burning. There's maybe two cities still standing after that last earthquake. There's nothing left to save." Chris turned back to the rioting below us, flames reflected in his somber green eyes as Wyatt just stared at him.
"He's right, Wyatt. The Apocalypse came and this time we didn't stop it, couldn't stop it. It's too late, and you know as well as I do that we can only keep fighting for so long. Our powers will run out or we'll just collapse from exhaustion. We've been fighting too hard for too long. Eventually we'll lose." The young girl, Kyara, sat dejectedly on the wide support beam, strain evident in her every muscle.
"We've already lost." Chris stated. The Trinity stood in silence for some time. Each lost in their own thoughts, whether of plans for the future they were certain wouldn't come, or memories of a happier past.
"We haven't lost yet. As long as we're still here, there's something we can do." Wyatt's deep voice broke the shroud of silence that had fallen over them. "We can change this."
"How? It's too late." Chris stared at his older brother, his eyes mirroring the skepticism Kyara's words had held.
"It's too late now, Ky. But we could go back, to when there was still a chance for the world. Back, before all of this happened. Before the Trinity ever had to take over. Kyara, we could save them." He finished with hope gleaming in his eyes, willing his younger siblings to back him up, to see that there was still a chance for them to win. A chance for them to not have to bear the burden of keeping all of magic balanced. A burden that had been placed on them at far too young an age and had been weighing heavily, slowly driving them into the ground with its weight.
No one spoke for a minute, each debating whether they wanted to keep fighting, when they were so tired and it seemed so hopeless. Halliwells don't give up though, never have and never will. And the chance to have a life different from the war filled one they had led was too tempting.
"We'd need to get to the Book, and you know there will be dozens of demons at the house." Chris seemed to be staring off into space, no longer looking at the horrors before him, but seeing farther, to what they would have to face to pull this off.
"It's not like we haven't had to fight outnumbered before." Kyara stated, visualizing the layout of where they would have to go and trying to determine the best way for this plan to work.
They didn't even question that they were going to do this; they were going to go back in time, hopefully, and save their parents, save the Charmed ones. Hopefully. There was simply no other choice. The past few weeks had been Hell, fighting demon after demon while fire rained from the sky and the earth crumbled apart beneath their feet. There was nothing left here, now. But in the past, there was a chance. It was their only hope.
"Chris and I will hold off the demons if you take the Book and find the spell. We'll have to do this quick, and there's no chance we're going to pull this off without a fight." Wyatt took in his baby brother and sister's appearance. They looked the worse for wear, but he knew he couldn't look much better. They hadn't slept in days, eaten in who knows how long. Pure adrenaline, magic, and just plain stubbornness were the only things keeping them going. And the magic part was running far lower than he would have liked. They had to do this, or they would die as surely as the rest of the world. He just hoped they hadn't waited too long, weren't too exhausted to pull this off.
Kyara straightened from her seated position, dusted off her soot streaked black leather pants, and turned to the other two parts of the Trinity.
"What're we waiting for?" She asked and disappeared in a flurry of blue orbs. Chris smirked, eyes lighting up with the thought of the battle to come. Anything was better than sitting around, now they knew what they were doing, they had a purpose, and he couldn't wait to kick some demon ass.
Wyatt watched as Chris followed his sister seconds later in his own flash of bright blue and smiled at the looks on their faces. They always loved a good fight, loved taking action. Chris had been wrong, there was still something left to save. And Wyatt would make sure he saved them; it was his job as their older brother.
There's always hope, you just need to look for it harder when times get rough. Wyatt remembered the day his aunt had said that to him, before they had been ripped from his life and the Trinity had been born. They would save them, and the world, or die trying.
Twinkling blue lights surrounded him as he prepared to orb after his family, mentally readying himself for the fight he knew was coming. Taking one last glance at the sea of flames before he completely disappeared into the white and blue orbs of a whitelighter, his aunt's voice echoed in his head again.
There is always hope.