"King Arthur," I murmured then I opened my eyes only to see Leo's face up close; I immediately closed my eyes.

"He seems to be okay," Leo said.

Whitelighters are such a simple breed, always concerned with others' well being...

I tentatively opened my eyes again, and thankfully, Leo was now standing up, and his face wasn't that close to mine. I heaved myself up on my elbows, and then managed to sit up in the old couch that I was laying in.

I don't remember that couch... They must have changed...

"What about King Arthur?" Wyatt asked, looking worried.

"He's part of the plan," I answered. Wyatt and Leo exchanged worried looks.

"What's the plan, then?" Paige's husband asked. That's when I noticed that all the young kids and Phoebe's husband were gone.

"I need King Arthur, whom I don't know anything about, and Zeus, who got killed through his own incredible stupidity."

"You don't seem to know why you should do that," Leo remarked.

"I don't," I said, going for the honest approach.

"Then, why are you going to do it?" Paige's husband asked.

"Because, and, what the hell is your name?"

"Henry," Henry answered.

"Great," I said, then shimmered out of the attic, to get some information.

Mikhail was talking on the phone.

"So what? She obviously hated you," Mikhail said and he was talking in a voice that I had never heard him use before. He then looked up at me and gestured for me to sit down."So? Take a vacation, then. They don't need you to push paper... No, I can't come. Busy... Yeah, she should've... Get drunk. Go and buy the best alcohol you can afford and get drunk. Your wife just committed suicide... Stop being so responsible. The environment will be fine without you, I promise... Bye." Then he ended the call, and glared at me.

"What the hell have I told you about shimmering right into my apartment?"

"That I shouldn't, but, it's important. And who were you talking to?"

"He's a environmentalist, and his wife is a, was, a lawyer. I'm trying to stop him from trying to save the environment, because it's making some of the demons over there insane." Mikhail had a sinister smile on his face, as though he remembered doing something really mean and enjoyed the memory.

"What, you killed his wife and then you tell him to stop caring?"

"And here I was, thinking, that you didn't have a brain."

"You seem happy," I noted.

"I am happy."

"Yeah, I believe you."

Do not...

"What are you here for, anyway?"

"I wanted to know if you knew anything about King Arthur."

Mikhail started laughing... and then he couldn't stop.

Not like the Halliwells reacted...

"You don't know about King Arthur?"

When I shook my head, he only started laughing again. I sighed, then took ten deep breaths so that I wouldn't 'accidentally' kill him.

"Okay. King Arthur. I assume that you've heard about him before?"

"Yes, like every other kid, I have. But, he exists in the magical world, and in that world, I know nothing about him!"

I tried really hard not to set anything on fire, but I failed, and the bed that I think is the place where Mikhail does ever- so not going there. Anyway, the bed was on fire.

Thankfully, Mikhail had a fire extinguisher next to the bed.

"Never thought that the extinguisher would ever come in handy," he muttered.

"What did you get it for?"

"Once, I smoked in bed, and then the whole apartment block burned down. It was quite spectacular, but I was in the middle of reading a book, and then I couldn't remember the title."

"Stuff like that's so stupid," I said.

After that, we move out, and onto the balcony. It was freezing outside, not that Mikhail seemed to notice.

"Right, King Arthur. The magical version doesn't differ that much from the non-magical one, other than that it's more specified, not that that matter for this. Anyway, King Arthur died, so he's dead. But, his sword, Excalibur, continued to exist. Then, one day, it appeared again, and the one who could pull it out was a toddler, the new King Arthur, Wyatt Halliwell, the good side's big hope."

Wyatt!

"Are you okay? You jumped there, for a moment," Mikhail said. "Oh, don't tell me, you know Halliwell?"

"I don't like him," I muttered.

"Surprised that you don't. Though, I guess you're a bit too open-minded for him."

"What, you've met him?" I asked.

"No, haven't, though I've met his father. Didn't like him."

"So, you're prejudiced?"

"No," Mikhail protested.

"Then why don't you like him?"

"Since when did you get so annoying?"

"Don't get so pissed about it."

"Well, why wouldn't I? You just put my bed on fire."

"You had a fire extinguisher right next to it, it's not as if the bed was in any danger."

"But what about the sheets, then?"

"They're cheap." Mikhail took several deep breaths, and looked as if his biggest desire was to punch me in the face.

"Was there something else?" he asked, when he had somewhat calmed down.

"Yeah. Do you know anything about Zeus?"

"Ben, how old do you think that I am?"

"About 90 years."

"It was rhetorical. Anyway, I don't know anything about him, except that his soul, or whatever, is with the Morons Up There."

"The Elders, you mean?"

"Finally, you know something."

There's something that's been nagging me... Why didn't Hades kill the Elders?

"I'm leaving, should I go out through the door?" I asked, Mikhail's bad mood giving me a bad mood.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, then showed me the door, opened it, then pushed me out.

"Lover's quarrel?" and old lady who was just about to open the door across Mikhail's, holding a bag from the super market, asked.

"No!"

"Don't worry, homosexuality is all the anger nowadays."

"It's rage, not anger," I corrected her, and the stomped down the stairs. I could hear her chuckling all the way down.

When I got to nearest secluded alley, and found out why Hades didn't kill the Elders, he couldn't get Up There, and neither could I.

Limitations... The Source growled, which, considering in my head, was scary.

Do you know how to get up there?

You have to orb... And not any sort of orbing either, but the good sort...

Why didn't you say that then?

The Source was quiet.

Didn't cross your mind, I suppose?

Go to the Manor... At least one of the spawn has to be able to orb...

I rang the doorbell.

Why don't you just shimmer in?

Because I don't want to scare them.

Then the door was opened by a young girl, with brown hair and eyes.

"You're tall"

"That I am. Could you let me in?"

"What would happen, if I said no?"

"I'd walk right in, because it's important in saving your mom."

"Do you know my mom?"

"Yes."

"What's her name?"

"It has slipped my mind, now would you let me in?"

"No," she said, and closed the door, however, she couldn't close it completely since my foot was in the way. Then I forced my way in, which included pushing her gently aside.

"DAD!" she yelled, and I don't think that my ears will ever be the same again. The little bitch.

Then, in hearts, Cupid appeared. She pointed a finger (not the rude one) at me. "He forced himself in, and then he says that he knows my mom, but that her name has slipped his mind."

"Her name's Phoebe, see, I do remember," I told her.

"No, you don't. You're lying!"

"I don't have time for this," I told Cupid.

She's like her isn't she?

Like who?

Your sister...

Don't you go there, you idiot!

"Have you found anything out?" Coop asked me.

"Yes, I have. I need help by someone who can get Up There," I said, and pointed at the roof.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"Of course not, don't be silly," I sneered.

"You're mean," the girl who had opened the door said, as she walked by me and up the stairs.

"And you've got no filter between your brain and your mouth!" I called after her.

AN: I know that some of the sentences sound strange, but I am a Swede, and English is not my first language, so they can sound strange.

Anyway, hope that you like.